I posted an account of my trip to Turin long ago on Easter Monday. Then I tried to alter it on my phone, failed, and messed it up. So I took it all down again. It's a little way down this page, and I hope you don't mind the delay!
The Coronation of Charles III has been our big event here in England! It mostly pelted with rain, so I didn't go out all day, but put the TV on instead. Our picnic in the communal garden was abandoned and the rain continued into the night.
But yesterday things improved and we visited a nearby street party. Everyone was out with tables, and chairs, food, games music and socialising.
Regarding the ceremony, I thought Charles looked tired, not that I was surprised. At 74, he's the oldest monarch ever to be crowned in England, so is entitled not to romp through it. True, he's used to pomp and ceremony but even a fairly young fit person might find it tough to wear those heavy robes for hours and carry around those huge metal and rock objects. (Srange to think of gold and jewels like that, perhaps, but .... well, that's what they are!) I did wonder, also, how he felt when his older son kissed him in homage, but the younger one looked on on this biggest day of his life, having rejected all that he stood for.
He looked a lot happier out on the balcony at Buckingham Palace, and no doubt felt pleased that all had gone well. I believe he has always tried to do his duty, like his mother and father did, and I wish him all the best in his reign.
BUT.... instead of the usual bustle of a big station, we were greeted with empty spaces and long queues of despondent people.