In front of the building that housed the British Embassy in Warsaw before WW2, someone shouts "Help!". I slow down, half-expecting to see the ghost of Joseph Beck, but it's just a Beatles tribute band.
I'm too old for such emotional stuff, so I want to speed up again.
Just then, however, a slow-moving a flotilla makes me stall. On a big screen the Beeb is broadcasting pictures from London. There the Thames carries a breath-taking medley of boats and one of them carries my favourite - after the one in Heaven - Queen.
(And the loudspeakers blurt out London Calling*.)
*which I ignore: it's is not the London I want to remember now. Now I want to recall the London that loves its Queen and can joyously and impressively salute her. And I do.
(Of another jarring piece of music - soon).
Picture: the UK Ministry of Defence (via flick)
