LONDON'S MECCA

Evening Post, Volume CV, Issue 123, 26 May 1928, Page 20

LONDON'S MECCA

DAIkY WATCH FOR THE BABY '.■'■'■ \ ; PRINCESS ( A new sight of London has been added .near the top of the list (says th« '.'Daily Express"). It is a sight for Londoners, os well as provincials and Americans, and its appeal is almost exclusively to women. It is "Number 145, Piccadilly"—a simple address with a wealth of affectionate association for the British'public, for it is tho homo of the Duke and Duchess of York and Princess Elizabeth.' There is seldom anything to be seen from the outside of No. 145, yet little knots of women gather there every day. They stare at the windows and sco nothing but ordinary white curtains. They etare at the door, audysee only a perfectly ordinary door with an ordinary lell. Do they only see these things! [Would they stand so long and talk so animatedly if this was all they saw? It is more likely, that their imaginations carry them'inside, and that they are looking at the beautiful homo in which they know tho "little Duchess" must live. "I expoet she has a lot of blue," Bays one woman. "Blue is her favourite colour." "I wonder what, flowers she h«3 just now," says anotif.;r. "Daffodils, perhaps. Bowls and bowls full of daffodils. 'Or perhaps she grows her own, bulbs. I'm sure she'd like growing bulbs. Look! The, barred windows on the second floor. That must be tho nursery. I wonder if Princess Elizabeth ever looks out at the omnibuses and the children playing in the Green Park." "Princess Elizabeth ■ will never be afraid of omnibuses when she grows up," iomeone says naively, "when she' 3 been brought up right in one of the most dangerous corners in London." Sometimes, if they are exceptionally lucky, or if they have timed their visit with discrimination, they sec tho ordinary door open and an o.rdinary footman come out, followed by an ordinary perambulatoj. and then—a nurse carrying the best loved baby in tho British Isles. • •