Summer Evening in Sloane Square

The sun was shining, and we sat on the sill of the big open front window swinging our legs, sipping champagne, spotting the 'human statue' climb down from her plinth and slip round the corner for a sneaky cigarette, and watching the latest batch of Sloane Rangers swing by. They are much prettier these days - their hair long and golden, their skirts much shorter, and their sense of style completely different from the pie-frill collars, frumpy long navy skirts, flat buckled shoes and padded velvet hair-bands of Princess Diana's youth. We could have been in Rome, with the fountain playing in the Square and the trees bursting into leaf.
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