Just for the heck of it, Elger and I travelled to Edinburgh for three days before Christmas with two of our good friends and their champion traveller of a son. We EasyJet'd and AirBnB'd our way to the stony city, which is 360 degrees of lovely of spires, swooping streets (full of quirky thrift stores and useful brick-a-brac, like RAF roundel cufflinks), wind gusts, reassuring hills and shockingly short daylight hours. Aside from my tendency to walk on the right side of the sidewalk and thus into oncoming pedestrian traffic by the left-side-driving Scots, it was a nice, meandering holiday in a city that somehow felt like home, especially after I scored a blue flatcap (at the airport, in the midst of haggis and a mind-boggling assortment of tartan.)
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