Saturday, 8 October 2011

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown- Shakespeare

As a child, I never dreamt of being a princess or of meeting a prince. My fantasies were pragmatic and adult, even those belonging to my 5 year old mind. I would tell you about them, but I am keen to avoid any Freudian analysis.

The other day my brother and his girlfriend phoned me from Hyde park to inform me that a 'princess procession' was taking place. So we went for a laugh - to watch the horse-drawn carriages pull Jasmin, Pocahontas, Belle, Mulan and Snow White through crowds of adoring children. 

Here is a photo diary.

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