Well, it wasn’t so much a brush as it was a glance. At around noon today I decided to walk to my office after working the morning from home. I noticed immediately after walking half a block that Fifth Street was swarming with motorcycle cops and closed to traffic. Fifth Street was closed at all streets South of Market, including the street I live on. It had been closed for about 10 minutes and a crowd was gathering on both sides of the street. Since I knew Prince Charles was in town, I decided to wait a few minutes to see the caravan.

The caravan was being led by several police cars and motorcycles as escorts followed by two large limos. The second and larger of the two limosines had British and American flags on it. As it passed by me, I peered into the glass, which to my surprise wasn’t tinted, and there he was. It was a bit dark in the limo, but you could clearly make out a few facial features and his unmistakeable profile, which included his “distinctive” ears. It was Prince Charles. He was talking to a female passenger that was sitting next to him. A shadow was cast on her face as she passed but I can only guess that it was Camilla.

And just as quickly as it approached, it passed and it was gone. The limo was followed by several large GMC SUVs containing secret service agents. They didn’t seem overly concerned with the gathered crowd since the agent riding shotgun had his window down and was talking to the other agents. He was sporting dark sunglasses, a dark suit, and as he passed he even spoke into the radio on his wrist. It was a bit cliche but it was cool to see nonetheless. The SUVs were followed by five or six more SUVs, which I assume were part of Prince Charles’ public relations staff and State Department officials. Needless to say, it wasn’t so much a caravan as it was a convoy.

The whole thing lasted about forty seconds. Once they passed the streets were opened up and everyone went about their business. As I walked to work and reflected on what I had seen I felt rather accomplished. Why? Based on my choices in life it is highly unlikely that I will ever be that close again to Prince Charles, so this was as good a day as any to see him from about 20 feet away. It was a once-in-a-lifetime moment that didn’t feel like a once-in-a-lifetime moment when it happened.

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  1. I’ve managed to meet the guy twice in person. Once when I was like 4 and I can’t really remember it, but he presented me with the puck after a game of polo in Pebble Beach, California. The second time was in New Zealand when I was ..hmm.. about 12 maybe? I shook his hand that time though, and the Queen’s hand too. This was many years ago now though.

    #1 by demonsurfer — November 9, 2005 @ 12:17 pm

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