The Duke and HRH the Duchess of Cambridge
What a difference to the wedding of William's father, Prince Charles with Lady Diana in 1981. Unlike in that year, when a couple haunted by their upbringing with various stages of past abuse and torment had exchanged their barely believeable vows, the newlyweds have erased immediately the dark memories of deceipt which are so eminently attached to the failed marriage of Charles and Diana, including the doubts over the motivations for the ill-faited marriage in the first place.
Yesterday was a holiday in Britain, and a whole nation embraced William and Catherine in their matrimony, as Britons celebrated up and down the nation, united in the admiration for a couple so handsome, so attractive, so bright, so gifted, educated and intelligent, and - so very connected with Britons.
This has been the best day in the annals of the British Monarchy since Queen Elizabeth's coronation; and the lady concerned, dressed in yellow, knew it, and basked in the newly won glory of her reign.
Any Briton of sound mind will wish the couple all the best for the future. This observer thinks that Prince William's passed the baptism of fire for the future role as king with flying colours - those of the Union Jack and of the House of Windsor.
The splendour, and the perfect mix of stylish tradition and modern day features, connected well with people of all walks of life. For the first time in decades people could feel the connection with royals who choreographed their joyous event so credibly and genuinely. Their body language and facial expressions reflected true love between the two, crowned by the crowd pleasing kisses on the balcony of Buckingham Palace and the joyride of the two in a cabrio, bride still in her wedding gown.
It was a perfect day in a painfully imperfect Britain that saw a new star and prime asset for the monarchy emerge, and an old one dimmed for good: the naïve, dumb and shy Diana was put to rest yesterday; she matters no more.
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