The Snowmen of Green Park
I know, I know. Enough with the snow. I can’t help it. It is SUCH a pleasant change from the gray, drizzly rain (reminds me of my years living in Seattle). I don’t care how cold it is or how much snow piles up around your knees… at least you can do something in the snow…make snowmen, throw snowballs and act like you’re five. The Mister and I were headed to a photography exhibit at the Natural History Museum, but made a short detour through Green Park. Which turned into a long detour. The park was a veritable forest of snowmen filled with people of all ages rolling giant snowballs and adding artistic touches to their snowman masterpieces.
We stopped to talk to two girls who were building their very first snowman. One was from California, the other from Crete, both now living in London as students.
Another young couple had just enough time to build a tiny snowman, take a picture and hurry off to the Palace to finish the day’s tour (you have to look hard to find the snowbaby in the picture).
Two girls broke open their bag of Oreo cookies and hastily ate the filling to create two choclate-wafer eyes and a series of buttons for their “snowgirl.” Locals invited the tourists to join the fun…old people shouted snowman-making advice over the fence, dogs ran through the park snatching the twig arms from snowman bodies. So many happy faces from so many different places and it was so beautiful.
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