I haven't been paying much attention to world news this week but I understand that the television networks are in their "All Royal Wedding All the Time" mode. And what a great story just out of a fairy tale: handsome prince marries beautiful and accomplished commoner while the world looks on approvingly. There is a stepmother (although I don't think I'd call her wicked) and a sad, sort of pitiful father who has been sitting around his whole life waiting to become king.
And then there's Princess Diana, never aging, perhaps even more glamorous in death than in life. (In fact, can you imagine her in a mother of the groom dress?) This monument, a replica of the flame on the Statue of Liberty's torch, was given to the city of Paris on the 100th anniversary of publication of the International Herald Tribune in 1989. But since Princess Diana's 1997 death in a car crash in a tunnel beneath the site (at the intersection of the avenue de New York and the place de l'Alma in the 8th) it's become an unofficial memorial to her. When I passed by earlier this week, there were the usual bouquets, messages of remembrance, and photos, the son the mirror of his mother. Congratulations on your big day, William. May you have a long and happy marriage. And rest in peace Diana. It seems that he turned out pretty well despite all the drama.