Last winter I wrote about being happy that the fire hydrants in my neighborhood happen to be my favorite color. Imagine my delight to find these windows in The Village painted my favorite color. Now I'm positive that I belong there.
Plus Father Christmas visits there.
Plus there are benches for Daddy's and their little girl to snuggle on.
Plus there is something about The Village that makes teenage daughters and their adorable boyfriends smile a little bigger.
Plus it's where my heart is. I hope the rest of me follows soon.