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Mayfair old guard

Find them at their usual table at Aurelia

Juliana is one of the mega-moneyed, beautifully eccentric, ageing Europeans from the outer echelons of the aristocracy, who waft about Mayfair in kaftans, bluebottle sunglasses and lots of diamonds. She dines in the corner of Aurelia (she always moves table twice as she ‘has trouble with sunlight’). Her husband George is a portly man with a teak year-round tan, slightly raffish hair and a glorious belly from eating too much lobster linguini on his yacht. Her great-grandmother shared some intimate moments with Edward VII, until making a suitable marriage with a British viscount, and Juliana has always believed it should really be her brood at Buckingham Palace rather than the ‘Windsors’ (if that’s what they insist we call them). Her daughters occasionally join her for lunch, scowling in fur-trimmed gilets, accompanied by their young children who are clad like 65-year-old country squires. They’re all very upset about the congestion charge, which they claim is so expensive it will ruin their lives. ‘Nine pounds is a lot to some people,’ they sigh, ordering another bottle of Krug.

(Source: thisislondon.co.uk)