Thursday 1 September 2011

Edinburgh

So in love with this city. I had visited once before, also during the Fringe, loved it then, then loved it from afar watching L'Illusioniste (twice), and more recently Kate Atkinson's Case Histories on the BBC. This visit was just for the one night, to see my sister perform, but we packed lots in, and despite the sometimes heavy showers I managed to walk round much of the city.

The train rides, there, back, all the more luxurious for being in First Class, with endless tea, coffee, food, other drinks, all the more brilliant for having been bought at a bargain. The most Northern part of the journey, nothing between the train and the sea but a thin strip of land. Dropping off bags in a flat at the top of many flights of stone stairs, a flat filled with student girls, one boy, hair straighteners and kirby grips, discarded clothes, empty Heinz tomato soup cans stacked in the kitchen, a guitar in the hallway, a wooden cross too. The Royal Mile, performers, musicians, dancers, balloon animals, face paint, crazy costumes. Posters stapled onto posters, layer upon layer, flyer after flyer pressed into hands. A play, and then another, and then another, taxidermy in a house on the edge of a cliff, women in a hospital ward, believing themselves to be others from history, a mob hideout, in Soho, in the sixties. Three plays, all different, all good. Laughing at my sister at comic moments, silent at sombre ones. An a capella group , wow. In between all this, exploring the city, charity shops and vintage shops, formal parks and cobbled streets, unexpected rainbows and sudden views. Walking through the dark city at night with my sister, arms linked, a chill in the air, lights strung between trees. Helpful tweets from a couple of lovely ladies, and as a result, a delicious breakfast at Toast. Avenues of trees and impressive terraces of grand stone houses. The roof terrace at the National Museum of Scotland, not quite the views from Arthur's Seat (which I have never climbed), but a pretty good compromise. The energy and life of the city, constant, appealing. I'll be back to this city again.

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A few other things:

I have just seen One Day (often funny, sometimes awkward, and, ultimately, a little bit heartbreaking), which starts in Edinburgh, so this post seems apt.

I left a paper bag with some written, stamped postcards on a table in a cafe, Peter's Yard (AMAZING cake) and only realised at the train station. One of the postcards has arrived already, so a big, virtual, thank you to whoever, staff or customer, found them, and posted them.

The discovery of vegetarian Percy Pigs in the train station just about made up for presumed lost postcards.

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This weekend: off to Lille for the Braderie, and so very excited!





















11 comments:

  1. Wow, that someone posted your postcards! The human spirit is alive and kicking :)

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  2. What a amazing place, looks like you had fun.

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  3. Oh that train ride sounds wonderful! And that rainbow is awesome. Congrats to your sister!

    I also love Edinburgh, thank you for reminding me that I need to go back.

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  4. Loved the Illusionist, it really made me want to visit edinburgh! Nice to hear your lost postcards have been sent on :)

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  5. How lovely that somebody sent your postcards!

    Edinburgh is my favourite place (that I've visited. And I visit it a lot); I love reading other people's experiences of it.

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  6. I love that someone kindly popped your postcards in the mail! Little things like that remind that people are good the majority of the time, even if the papers would have us believe otherwise sometimes.
    xx

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  7. The Illusionist also filled me with a burning desire to visit Edinburgh. It looks stunning. xxx

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  8. Adore these photos. My journey to Edinburgh is south(from Dundee) and a lot of it is by the coast. The best bit is always going over the Forth Bridge though. And drinking tea.

    My photo's from the Fringe are pants, so now I will just point people here!

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  9. Ah, my beloved city. I love, love, love that train journey up the east coast, and that last bit by the sea is the best bit. So glad you enjoyed Toast too!

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  10. Awww, a lovely, lovely post... even if it wasn't my home city :) I love that someone sent you back your postcards too... that rocks :)

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  11. Edinburgh is my hometown! I'm so glad you had a good time, lovely photos! xx

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