As we sat in the square in Fiesole whiling away the time, Pauline mentioned that she had seen someone earlier in the afternoon. I was surprised to hear the information and asked what she was wearing. “A skirt and a pink polo top” replied Pauline. Well, I was certain that Pauline was wrong, but you never know.
A while later a lady fitting the description approached from across the square. “Is that her?” I asked. “Yes”, came the reply, “I am certain that is...”. I had made up my mind to ask and rose from the bench. “You won’t?” said Pauline, “Yes, I will” I replied.
“Excuse me", I said as I moved to meet the lady, "do you speak English?” “Yes, I do,” the lady replied. My retort was automatic “Are you Virginia Wade?”
“Yes, I am”.
Brilliant, the British all time Ladies Number 1 tennis player was in Fiesole. I was so pleased that our car had broken down. Well those that read the blog know that I am a fatalist. Everything happens for a reason. Virginia Wade had just bumped into her Number 1 and her Number 2 fans and had no idea then, and probably still doesn't know. What a lovely lady, she agreed to a photo with Pauline.
But I was a tad disappointed, as I had not asked her to pose with me. We were so excited as she moved on, Britain’s number one had given us the time of day.
