The Infanta was indeed in Old Vienna tonight, seated with another woman, who I believe was the Marquesa de Arco Hermosa, her lady-in-waiting. They both looked tired. The princess herself was much smaller than I expected--a tiny, slender woman. She was smoking a thin cigarette and staring out at the Ferris wheel. It is an impressive sight during the day, but even more awe-inspiring when the three thousand bulbs on the frame come to life, spinning a lazy arc of light against the evening sky.
Eulalia's tiara and flowing gowns have been traded in, at some point during the evening, for a gray traveling dress. I recognized her at once because I've studied the various photographs of her, but if others in the cafe suspected they were in the presence of royalty, they didn't let on. A few people, both men and women, shook their heads in disapproval of the cigarette between her fingers, which could get the average woman arrested in many towns during the late 1890s, but no one seemed to connect the grand princess of Spain they'd been reading about in the papers with the small young woman looking out at the scenic view.