My next neighbor, at the Taj Mahal in New Delhi, was Her Majesty, Beatrix, Queen of the Netherlands. This royal queen wasn't travelling light, either. Bea schlepped Prince Klaus the consort, a couple of the kids, a pack of royal equerries, a pair of wooden clogs, a partridge in a pear tree and her portable throne or whatever it is queens need. She was with a party of 60. But she spent the night with us peasants. In the bar. Not doing anything that could get her in Dutch or anything, but sipping white wine. </B></I> from Cindy Adams column last week.