At wintertime, the city basically turns itself into a giant Christmas tree, full of lights, chanting sounds, and the smell of cinnamon and mulled wine.
From a comforting hot chocolate in covent garden to carol singing in St Martin in the fields and a pre-festivities multicultural night in with the girls, here is how this wee French girl that I am managed to spend a lovely time far away from home.
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