Wednesday, 23 December 2009

Russell Square in Winter

I love London...
Posted by westendmum at 22:28
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3 comments:

Marie said...

How I love Russell Square, and the fact the fountains are still going... Have a wonderful Christmas!

24 December 2009 at 13:13
Unknown said...

niiice blog.

25 December 2009 at 20:52
Victoria | Hibiscus Bloem said...

Just stopped by your blog. Thought it was great and as a Londoner living overseas now, it lovely to see and hear some home news and pics. Happy 2010.

2 January 2010 at 20:42

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