Second day in Scotland, in Edinburg, the charming.
I’d like to taste the famous british breakfast but it won’t be for this time. No, just the typical french one with products bought yesterday in a supermarket. I taste the grapefruit juice…then grimace ! Too much sugar for me ! I understood my mystake after have read the operating instructions : I had to mix a small inch of what is, in fact, a sirup with plenty of water ! Ok…let me bring back all this stuff in the bottle :S…
Goal : City center. How bizarre, bus stop (built by the french company JC Decaux, Hurra !) are aimed reaward-facing. Maybe to protect, as well, customers against the weather ?
I’m taking a double-decked bus. Funny, trees branches are cut in order to allow this huge vehicles to move more easily. The vegetables have such a strange haircut !
Murrayfield stadium is the first “monument” I can see.
I can not find any word to describe the castle erected over the city, the same that should have inspired JK Rowling to create Howgart, the school of a famous little witch. I walk on the royal mile. The city is so big and its architecture juggle with the modern and the ye olde. Ye olde, as the numerous church buildings (what a cathedral!).
Modern, as the scotish parliament building.
A man dressed in a kilt play Scotland the brave on his bagpipe, I enjoy it religiously.
I’m hungry. There’s an OINK snake, I take a delicious roll bred, served with suckling-pig meat and haggis. The litlle animal is exposed at the restaurant’s main window, what should improve appetite…or not.
So tired, I arrive home and prepare the next trip to the Highland ans the village of Kingussie. See you tommorow dear readers.
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