It’s been a long time since we visited this city. Some of it feels more modern and elegant, some even more gritty than I recall: the Hugo Boss store across from our hotel and the homeless man cocooned in a nest of blankets just down the street. Posh hotels and boarded-up storefronts. We passed a wall where it was written:
We are not from the left.We are not from the right.We are from the bottomAnd we are coming for the top.
The city has a wonderful sense of cheeky irony. The photo above is in front of the modern art gallery, a statue of the Duke of Wellington with a traffic cone on his head. It was there when we visited ages ago. The council took it down. People put it back up, and so over and over. The council proposed to make the plinth much higher. There was a huge public outcry and the authorities relented. It is now a local symbol.
The picture below is the water cooler in our hotel lobby. Whisky flights are available at pubs and restaurants at almost every corner.
Edinburgh airport hotel tonight, long journey home on Wednesday.
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