It does rain here quite a bit. I mean, it beats the hell out of the freezing icy cold and snow, but it does get a bit monotonous.
I have yet to tire of the fog though. First thing in the morning, it lends an eerie stillness to even the most bustling of hubs.
I've been trying to get out with my camera every chance I get when it is not pouring out, to varying degrees of success. Paris has taught me to never trust a sunny day, and to carry a good umbrella regardless. The same is true here.
The Green Park is just lovely and mysterious on these mornings, no?