6 September 2016

Edinburgh noon

This West End corner of Edinburgh was looking and feeling slightly Parisian, I felt, on this uncommonly balmy September day, but full of contrast on closer inspection, with the grand old Mather's Bar now stuck beside Greggs the bakers, for goodness sake, while the man who "ate all the pies" is moving away to the right. And there is an oddly resting, or stuck, elephant in the room, or on the street, for which I came up with several apt Edinburgh and Scottish interpretations, as I supped my "Americano Classico", which was just a black coffee for goodness sake. Then the wind got up, an autumnal Edinburgh shiver ran through me, and I retreated back indoors to where the old dearies and tired gents were seated.