After I left the Opera House, I wandered through some of the fancy streets where the expensive stores were and as I walked I realized I wasn't far from the tunnel where Princess Diana died. As I have always been a huge Diana fan, I couldn't not see it. (I know that statement is a double negative, but I think I want it to be.) This is also the bridge where the second gypsy tried to scam me!
People still crowd around the bridge and write little poems on the cement. It was sort of sad. I'd driven through the tunnel once before, in 2000, but didn't have a chance to stop and see the mementos. The 13th pillar down was the one that the car hit. I wonder why people (including me) are so morbid, and want to see these sorts of places? It's been 10 years sincer she died and still there are fresh flowers left on a daily basis. We really are an odd species, I think homo sapiens are the only species that realizes mortality, except perhaps elephants? I think I have read that elephants understand death. Strange.
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