Joe21
05-27-2010, 08:37 PM
On one of our trips to England my family and I were in London for several days. Our hotel was located just a short way from Westminster Abbey and other famous London landmarks. One morning I decided to walk down toward Westminster Abbey and the Parliment buildings. As I approached Westminster Abbey there was a fairly large crowd and the area where taxi cabs normally parked was roped off. I asked one of the Bobbys what was going on and he informed me Prince Charles was due to arrive shortly for a function in the Abbey. I suppose he recognized the fact my accent indicated I was not a local. Maybe my Clemson shirt and cap was another indication I was from out of town. He graciously suggested I move close to the Abbey entrance and remain behind the rope barrier so that I could get a close-up view of the Prince.
Within a few minutes Prince Charles arrived in his stately vehicle. As he emerged he looked real sharp clad in his royal robe. He acknowledged the crowd and proceeded to the Abbey entrance passing within hand shaking distance from where I was standing. I don't know if he knows one little twit about Clemson but when he saw my Clemson shirt and cap he did give me a faint smile. I was tempted to ask, "How you'll doing, Charlie" but decided it best I not do or say anything that would reflect negatively on Clemson.
When I returned to the hotel, I told the family about my brush with royalty. They immediately asked if I had gotten any photos. No I didn't, I had left my camera in the room when I departed for my leisurely stroll in London Town.
Yep, that was the day the pauper had a close up view of the Prince.
Within a few minutes Prince Charles arrived in his stately vehicle. As he emerged he looked real sharp clad in his royal robe. He acknowledged the crowd and proceeded to the Abbey entrance passing within hand shaking distance from where I was standing. I don't know if he knows one little twit about Clemson but when he saw my Clemson shirt and cap he did give me a faint smile. I was tempted to ask, "How you'll doing, Charlie" but decided it best I not do or say anything that would reflect negatively on Clemson.
When I returned to the hotel, I told the family about my brush with royalty. They immediately asked if I had gotten any photos. No I didn't, I had left my camera in the room when I departed for my leisurely stroll in London Town.
Yep, that was the day the pauper had a close up view of the Prince.