Tim Allis
April 22, 1991 12:00 PM


Who would put a price on love? Monaco’s Princess Stephanie, 26, for one, is poised to join the growing cadre of celebrity palimony princesses. According to the French newspaper Ici Paris, she is asking her old beau, real estate developer Jean-Yves Le Fur, also 26, to reimburse her for his share of their sizzling six-month Ming in 1990. That’s roughly $145,000, including costs incurred on Caribbean and Alpine vacations, the $4,000-per-month rent on a Paris apartment, half the bill for their lavish engagement party at Le Télégraphe and some $40,000 in gifts of clothing and jewelry she gave him. If Le Fur fails to pay up, the paper says, Stephanie is contemplating suing. She wouldn’t seem to need the money. A light version (“eau de toilette”) of her Stephanie scent comes out at the end of the month in Europe, and her second album, Stephanie, produced by another ex-flame, L.A. music man Ron Bloom, debuted on the Continent earlier this month. (Both first efforts were moderate successes.)

But the Princess may not be the only one who sings. Le Fur, who is once again active on the Paris nightclub scene, is reportedly peddling his memoirs to the press.


More signs of the Waleses’ increasingly separate lives surfaced on recent holiday outings. On the Saturday before Easter. Princess Diana (sans Charles) took princes Wills, 8. and Harry, 6, to an amusement park in Surrey. The royal party was fortified by two nannies and one of the boys’ bodyguards. “If you didn’t know who they were, you would imagine he was the boys’ father,” said one visitor. There was no preferential treatment for the youngsters as they joined queues to ride the Flying Fish roller coaster and the Thunder River ride. The day before, Harry accompanied Prince Charles on a helicopter trip to watch a battalion of Gurkhas on maneuvers. Father and son wore combat fatigues, and Harry sported protective ear gear. Afterward, as Charles boarded the chopper, Harry stood at attention and saluted. “He looked the perfect little soldier,” said an observer.


Seems Queen Elizabeth’s cousin George Lascelles, the Earl of Harewood, is in a stately snit over King Ralph, the John Goodman movie about a tacky American who ascends the British throne. The Earl allowed his country seat—Harewood House, natch—to be used for exterior shots. “There is no doubt we’ve been conned,” says his spokesman. “We were told the film would be a light-hearted dig at the Americans—certainly not at our royal family. His Lordship is very concerned about this—very concerned indeed.” King Ralph producer Jack Brodsky says, “We still think it’s a lighthearted dig at the Americans, and apparently he felt the same way when he first heard about it.” But even before its London opening, the pic was being panned in Parliament. Said Tory M.P. Dame Jill Knight to the Sun: “British audiences will find it in monumentally bad taste.” Publicity like that can’t be bought.

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