|Sadly, I only had my camera phone. You’ll just have to trust me when I say she was in the black van.|
Sometimes I forget that the city I visit on a weekly basis is a huge international, and very political, city. Sometimes, something unexpected happens to make me remember.
Last Thursday I went to the city, via train, to do some last minute shopping. As I emerged from Central Station, I found myself in the middle of a crowd of approximately 100 people, on the sidewalk. As I approached the street, I saw barricades and group of police officers.
Across the street, in front of Le Meriden hotel, I noticed a crowd of cameramen and photographers milling about in front of a red carpet. I’m not above hanging around to spy on famous people, so I thought I’d wait and see what all the fuss was about.
After about 10 minutes, the police blocked off all of the streets. A police helicopter circled overhead. Finally, someone emerged from the hotel. I was standing directly across the street from Queen Elizabeth of England – my Queen.
She got into a black Mercedes van, and while waving graciously to the crowd, she slowly drove up the street.
It’s not every city that you can have a brush with that kind of fame.