Adventures in England, Hunting, and Elvis.

An Excerpt From My Memoirs

I loved England and had in fact returned there for the second time during the previous summer holidays in order to learn the rudiments of English.

On that occasion, having flown to London, I had been taken to a house in Sloane Street belonging to the de Horsey family. Their son Richard, an ugly, bespectacled boy of my age, bored me to tears.

In consequence, every day, after breakfast, I would take my leave and roam through Harrods, visiting at length its books, musical instruments, and zoo departments.

Afterwards, I would hang out for hours on end at El Cubano, an exotic coffee shop and bar on Brompton Road.