The topic of this post is pretty much what it says on the tin: I saw a Rolls-Royce recently. We were walking back from downtown, crossing the street, and I saw the Rolls-Royce in question, waiting for us the get through the zebra crossing. I have seen plenty of BMWs round here, a few Alpha Romeos, a few Jaguars, and a couple of other luxury cars too, but this was the first Rolls-Royce I spotted in this town since I came here. As a child, growing up on the other side of the Atlantic and being ridiculously anglophile for some reason, I always loved that brand. For me, it was the quintessential, Britishest of all British cars. Rolls-Royce looked and sounded elegant, strong, fancy, gentlemanly. I remember the very first time I saw one in the flesh (metal?), during my first trip to England. It got me so excited. So yes, I recognised it right away. And I sitll got a shiver of excitement seeing one so close.
Tuesday 18 June 2024
I saw a Rolls-Royce
Labels:
Angleterre,
childhood,
enfance,
England,
nostalgia,
nostalgie,
Rolls-Royce,
Royaume Uni,
UK
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I saw a restored antique Rolls-Royce once a few years ago. Pretty ritzy!
I don't think I've ever seen a Rolls hereabouts, though there are one or two Bentleys.
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