One of my favourite nights of the year: when I come home and my little Passage is all lit up for the holidays. It’s just the best.
And since I’m in England I don’t even have to pretend I’m horrified they didn’t wait until after Thanksgiving.
That window you can see just over the shop on the left, behind the string of lights? That’s my flat. So I can see them twinkling from my windows all night.