I'm no paparazzi!

This is a small town, Stockholm. I was just buying some vanilla custard, and tried to hear what a friend of mine was saying on my i-phone, when there was this man who talked really loud on his mobile. I couldn't hear what my friend was talking about, and not only due to the i-phone, but rather this loud speaking person!

The shop was more or less empty apart from a sudden crowd of well dressed gentlemen just in front of the dairies, where I was trying to find my custard.

Suddenly I realized that the guy who destroyed my phone conversation was Sweden's coming prince, the one who is going to marry the crown princess! The well dressed gentlemen that looked suspiciously at me and my phone were his body-guards!

For a second I was thinking why not turn around and take a photo or video of him. But no, that's for paparazzi's, not for me. If he wants to buy some cream next to me, he is welcome. He's just an ordinary guy.

But I don't agree with my friend who told me I should have made my vanilla custard myself. Then I wouldn't have mingled with the almost Royal people in front of the dairies, would I?