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A Royal Meeting in London

Submitted by Elizabeth Harryman, July 9, 2009
Prince Philip and Liz, Buckingham Palace

“I don’t have to curtsy, do I?”  

When VisitBritain, the UK's tourism bureau, invited my husband, Paul Lasley, and me to come to London in June and meet Prince Philip, it sounded like a fun adventure. Even though we’re not royalists. My theory about royal blood is that several centuries ago, one gang beat up another gang, and the gang that won got to say that they and their descendents had “royal blood.” But a chance to go inside Buckingham Palace and meet the Duke of Edinburgh? We couldn’t turn it down. 

“I don’t know. Someone will explain the protocol,” said VisitBritain’s Joanna Allen. We didn’t know much about Prince Philip, except that he’s Queen Elizabeth’s husband. So before leaving for England, I asked my friend, Myrna, who follows the royal family, for some background. “Prince Philip is famous for his sense of humor,” she said. “And his frankness. He’s known to put his foot in his mouth. He’s going to be 88 years old on June 10.”

June 10—we were to meet his royal highness on his birthday. Buckingham Palace “Should we wish Prince Philip ‘Happy Birthday’ when we meet him?” we asked VisitBritain’s Paul Gauger after we arrived in London. “Better not to,” he said. “He likes to keep his private life separate from his public duties.”

Along with about 70 other journalists from around the world, we boarded double-decker red London buses that had been commandeered for the occasion. They took us through the Buckingham Palace gates, and we entered the palace. No cameras allowed. Mobile phones off.

“The Queen’s art collection is the largest and oldest collection of paintings in Britain,” said the Royal Collection’s Jonathan Marsden as he led about 15 of us on a tour of the State Rooms, where Queen Elizabeth receives visitors: elegant drawing rooms with silk wall coverings and crystal chandeliers. “The point of the collection was to surround the monarch with the best art available.” Only a portion of the collection’s some 6,000 works are on display at any one time, but the paintings we saw in the picture gallery were amazing: three Rembrandts, several Canalettos (the collection has about 50), a Vermeer, and a Rubens self-portrait the artist had given to Charles I.

We could have lingered there for hours, but it was time to meet the Prince, so we all gathered in a room off the main gallery for tea. “You don’t have to bow or curtsy, unless you want to,” said Allen. “It’s fine to shake his hand, but wait for him to offer his hand first.” We stood around in clusters of six or eight. Prince Philip entered—looking shorter than I’d imagined, and younger than his 88 years. Walking gracefully around the room in a perfectly tailored suit, holding his left hand behind his back and shaking hands with his right, he chatted briefly with each group. “Reception with the PrinceApparently not everyone got the message,” said Gauger, smiling, as he prepared to introduce our group. “I don’t think Prince Philip has ever received so many Happy Birthday wishes.” So much for protocol

“This is Elizabeth Harryman,” said Gauger, when Prince Philip approached. His royal highness offered his hand, which I shook. I didn’t curtsy. “And this is Paul Lasley.” Prince Philip looked at our name tags. “We’re actually married,” said Paul. “We just work together under different names.”  "We’re a team,” I added, wondering whether I should add, “rather like you and your wife.” Prince Philip smiled that slightly mischievous smile for which he’s famous, and said, “Do you live together?” “Oh, yes,” we assured him, laughing, before he moved on to greet the next journalist in the group. When our red double-decker buses left the grounds, pedestrians waved at us and photographed us. We waved back. We could just imagine someone in the crowd saying, “Funny, I didn’t know Buckingham Palace was a stop on the London bus line.”

You might not be able to meet Prince Philip, but you can visit the State Rooms at Buckingham Palace. They’re typically open to the public during August and September, when the Queen and her family take up residence at Balmoral, Scotland. This year the State Rooms are open July 26 through September 30.
Hours: 9:45 a.m. – 6:00 p.m. (last admission: 3:45 p.m.)
Admission: Adult: 16.50 pounds (about $27); Over 60/Student: 15 pounds (about $25); Under 17: 9.50 pounds (about $15); Under 5: free; Family (two adults, three under 17s): 44 pounds (about $73).

Have any of our readers had royal encounters?
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  • Image Elizabeth Harryman Elizabeth Harryman is the Travel Editor of WESTWAYS, the magazine of the Automobile Club of Southern California, and Editor in Chief of NORTHERN NEW ENGLAND JOURNEY magazine....

Comments (6)

Submitted by LondonDreaming, July 9. 2009 13:52
Great article. What other places do you suggest visiting while in London?
Submitted by Elizabeth Harryman, July 9. 2009 15:26
Thanks! Well, my usual London activities are far less royal. And some of the best things to do are free: the British Museum, for example (I always head for the mummies first), and the Wallace Collection, an eclectic assortment of painting, sculpture, and even armor in a historic mansion. This time of year, I love Regent's Park, with its rose garden and zoo - during the summer, there are performances in the open-air theater. Great theater, of course - in the West End and at the National. And while I love a traditional afternoon tea, one of Paul's and my favorite places for tea or coffee and a treat is Cafe Bertaux in SoHo. Cheers!
Submitted by JJ Schnebel, July 12. 2009 18:40
Delightful article! I’m especially glad that you asked about the curtsy but that, in fact, you didn’t [curtsy].

In response to your question, my only “royal encounter” occurred when The Queen of England came to New York in 1957 to address the United Nations. The whole city was abuzz about the visit. The newspapers published a kind of court calendar as well as diagrams of every route she took. I was working in an office near the Waldorf Astoria, where she was staying, and the Royal Standard was flying next to the Stars and Stripes over the entrance to the hotel. The screech of her motorcycle escort was heard periodically and we would rush to the windows to see if we could get a glimpse of Queen Elizabeth II.

Straphangers on the subway would turn to strangers and ask, “Did you see her?” and everyone knew whom they meant. Workers in the garment district would be late from lunch because they’d walked over to Fifth Avenue for a glimpse of the passing glass-enclosed limousine called the bubble top.

Although I was well-aware of her presence in the city, I had not seen the Queen because looking down from windows in a skyscraper there’s not much to see but tiny motorcycles, miniature cars and the tops of little heads.

On the final night of the royal visit, I’d been having dinner with a particularly sophisticated friend when she surprised me by asking whether I’d like to walk a few blocks to see the motorcade go by en route to the Queen’s farewell banquet with all the New York dignitaries. I was out the door and finding a place on the sidewalk before you could sing a verse of “My Country ‘tis of Thee.” It was already dark even though it was early evening, and daddies were whispering to pajama-clad children, “You’re going to see a real queen!”

To my surprise the motorcade did not speed by and there were no sirens. The bubble top, moving slowly, was brightly lit from inside and Her Majesty was clearly visible in all her finery. She dazzled in a gown sparkling with jewels and wore a diamond tiara atop her chestnut brown hair. She was glancing from one side of the street to the other, smiling and waving the royal wave. Spellbound, I was certain her wave and smile in my direction were just for me. The spell was broken by a teenage New Yorker. As the motorcade moved on, he looked after the departing bubble top and, whistling softly, said, “Jeez, look at all de ice!”
Submitted by N. Jones, July 14. 2009 10:09
I loved your article. What an opportunity you had. I had a few suggestions for LondonDreaming. My top three would include The National Gallery at Trafalgar Square, Kensington Palace and Harrods. With these three you have fine art, history and shopping. That’s a great combination in my book.
Submitted by petronius, August 17. 2009 19:57
Liked the Prince's quip vis your living together. Very British of course: having a comeback is a National passtime in the UK.

Splendid article,

Petronius
Submitted by Theresa , August 16. 2011 11:30
I always wanted an oppotunity to curtsy! I'm surprised you didn't! Sounds like a great trip!

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