OPINION - Christmas in London is the best time of the year — because you’re not here
Clear, crisp winter air. Empty pavements. Desolate roads. The sound of your own footsteps in central London. Not a creature stirring, not even a siren.
Clear, crisp winter air. Empty pavements. Desolate roads. The sound of your own footsteps in central London. Not a creature stirring, not even a siren.



