So, by a twist of fate I ended up in Britain for the Royal Wedding. My research trip was planned well in advance of this announcement. I'm not much of a Royal follower. I just don't really care, but I was interested to know how the Brits were reacting to it. The wedding was a bank holiday, so that meant I was traveling about on the day as I had a holiday schedule. First, I had to get a taxi to the train station since the buses weren't running. My cabbie was young . . . well my age. And behold what was playing on the radio . . . the royal wedding covered. But, then I went out on my travels.
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| There were tons of signs like this one, which is on a bingo hall . . . |
I got to hear and see bits and pieces at different shops and from different people . . . generally people seemed pleased. They also seemed to think this one should work out better than the last. Also, many people generally seemed angry and Camilla was allowed to go . . . but you know she is his step-mother. Anyway. They didn't seem to obsessed in the small northern town I was in. Just interested and gossipy. I can't say what London was like.
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