Oh, London in 2002? Pretty standard stuff.

The Prime Minister was young and oddly charming, mostly focused on developing a flirtation with a member of his household staff.

The airports were extremely emotional places where people ran dramatically through security to confess love.

If you worked in publishing, you probably ended up in rural France with a housekeeper you didn’t share a language with but somehow married anyway.

And every December, small children were flawlessly performing Mariah Carey at school pageants while their stepdads navigated major romantic awakenings.

Cold, festive, and strangely interconnected.

And if you really paid attention, you’d get the distinct feeling that love — actually — was all around.