I usually walk out the door, turn right, then right again from Grosvenor Place onto Wilton Street, on my way to lunch. This morning after making the turn I was greeted by a gaggle of men in black suits speaking into their lapels, and three black limousines. As I walked toward them, they sprang into action. Across the street, a group of women in chadors and children left a building and got into one of the limousines. They all sped away.
These are our neighbours. I suspect they are the London family of an ambassador or oil tycoon of some sort. As they were not in burkas, they wouldn’t be Saudi. As to who they are I do not know.
I’ll lock this in case the men with the busy lapels do web searches.