It is days like these that make me miss London something awful.
Snuggled up on our weird/lumpy red couch and watching hours of BBC with a cup of tea was almost nothing compared to tromping around the streets of Bloomsbury in my rainboots with my colorful umbrella, exploring the small, steamy cafes and book stores.
There was something about the grey rainy days in London that brought about such mystery and romance, that I am physically homesick for them when the rain comes sweeping through Los Angeles.
Oh, europa, how I miss thee.
Oh and just for fun…..