I kind of wish every day was like this day. There was no castle, not historical location to exploit for a handful of photos. I ate out for lunch, but it was a small bistro, and supper was made by yours truly. The morning was spent drifting down both lanes of Morningside--kind of a permanent fair in Edinburgh. Shops are barely larger than a lorry van (yesss, I said lorry van), and none of them--and I mean none of them--are franchises.
I speak of Morningside. You know, Morningside. Morningside, Edinburgh. No, not Morningside Place. Morningside Park? Are you not paying attention? Morningside Road--a huge stretch, miles long, of small shops. Cafes. Restaurants. Flower shops. Lots of hairdressers for some reason. Craft stores. Art stores. You could walk for hours and stop a hundred times...alas, you can only eat so many times, so I had to be choosy, taking photos of potential restaurants along the way. Intermixed are churches, schools, and parks. As you might have expected, being November in Scotland, it didn't rain...like I said often, rain occurs in those moments when I don't look in order to keep the landscape moist. I bought an umbrella but never opened it.
Although eventually I would have to end my journey at a grocery store, I did need to slot in a lunch. There were too many choices. Chinese, Mexican, Indian, Nepalese, Japanese, Pub Fo--what...Nepalese? Sold.
NOTE: Yes, I understand that there MUST be at least one or two franchises on Morningside, but I was so distracted, I couldn't find them. read more