I looked up at Arthur's Seat, a cake and a cup of tea in hand listening to the bagpipes. Friend, you'll know to find it in this picture?
It's seven o'clock am and dust ...
Ok! Returning twenty-four hours back from York to Edinburgh!
Head in the pie, I'm physically on the train en route to Waverley Station with an overview on Newcastle
Scotland approaches: it is more beautiful, and almost more more hot! Very surprisingly, no sheep had crossed my path yet.
It is the right time to return to Edinburg: New photos of the city, and especially the opportunity to get out of the box and try something other than the traditional (but very nice) visits Castle and Old Town.
Here, the Walter Scott monument
Gothic, anything.
Another view of the tower from the National Gallery (which I highly recommend):
the morning, we all separated into small groups and for me it will visit the New Town! With the tour of local pubs ... Besides we start with ... uh ... Bad Ass!
And then when you come out of Bad Ass, only to realize that we are not alone! Because right next door is the ... Dirty Dick's ... So improbable that it's your disgusting to be vulgar (
Fortunately you can always wipe their feet on the doormat of the Prime Minister Scots! Here his house. In Charlotte Square area a bit burghers of the city.
We continue the walk. No sheep, but giraffes.
Back to Calton Hill from October. Yes, yes! You can compare!
A view of Arthur's Seat ... You will understand soon.
Sigh, Sigh.
And we end this first day with a Castle by night! Sheep does they will be the appointment? What's under a kilt? Why the majestic sunrise?! Bordel!!
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