Of all the cities I’ve visited over the years, London is definitely my favorite.
For several years, I had a flat in a building behind Harro
d’s—at 19 Hans Place—and split my time between there and my home in Port Orchard, Washington.
One fine day, I was on my way to the post office a few blocks away, and I noticed a line of people standing at attention outside a really fancy place where custom-made lingerie was sold. One woman had an armload of flowers, and the men stood at attention, almost like palace guards.
I was curious, and stopped on the sidewalk beside Harrod’s, waiting to see what was happening.
Well, a minute or so later, a small navy blue sedan whipped up to the curb and stopped. And who should slip from behind the wheel but Princess Diana herself!
I watched, fascinated, as this magnificent lady shook hands with each member of the welcoming party and graciously accepted the large bouquet of flowers.
When she disappeared inside the elite and elegant shop, I raced over to Boots, a drug store, and bought a disposable camera.
By the time I got back, a crowd had gathered, and the princess was clearly visible from across the street, even though she was standing at the back of the shop.
She was absolutely regal.
I snapped a photo as she was getting back into her car to return to Kensington Palace.
That day shines in my memory.
