So yesterday, Mr. FM dragged me kicking and screaming to something called a “Salon Privé”, an annual shindig held on the grounds at Blenheim Palace, home of the Duke of Marlborough. (I say “dragged” in the sense of “invited”; the “kicking and screaming” actually came later, when it was time to go.)
What is this Salon thing, you ask? It’s a classic car exhibition and auction (more of which in Part 2 of this account, tomorrow).
So as we swept up the driveway towards the Duke’s little pad,
I was oohing an aahing at the exquisite cars assembled:
…whereupon Mr. FM dryly informed me, “Dear heart, this is just the parking lot; the exhibition is on the other side of the house.”
So we wandered down the alley of cars:
…until we got to the exhibition itself.
I will say no more, just post a few of the dozens of pictures I took. First, the Jag XK120:
A couple of (the many) Ferraris:
Aston Martin DB4 GT Zagato
Mercedes 300 SL:
Some 356 Porsches:
There were also a few shouty cars (aimed at the Russian / Arab Oil Oligarch’s Son Set, no doubt):
…but we’ll say no more about them. Instead, here’s a Bentley Tourer from the 1930s:
…which was, too, somewhat shouty (i.e. foul), except when properly decorated:
Speaking of decoration, there was lots of it:
…and one lovely young lady even asked me to take her pic in front of her car:
Heavens be praised, not a Train Smash Woman in sight. Just a couple more car pics. First, an Atalanta Sport:
Jaguar XJ220 (one of my favorite “modern” Jags:
…and standing out like a dog turd on a table cloth, this thing:
…which looked all the more ridiculous when you consider what was standing next to it:
But let me end this post with something of an overview:
Tomorrow, we’ll look at what was available on auction.