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... up of carved figures and pieces of old scrap that move to a music track and synchronised lighting. The show went for 15 minutes and was well worth seeing.
From the museum we walked up a pedestrian mall to a new (and much cleaner looking) shopping centre called Eastgate. It is probably a good thing we haven’t got a lot of room in our cases so we simply went window shopping. The cold wind roaring through the streets sent us ...
... a circus. There were
artist booths also and of course all of the woolen and kilt shops all along the
Royal Mile—the long shopping street from Holyrood Castle all the way to
Edinburgh Castle. WE took the Hop on bus all around and got off at Edinburgh
Castle, but after climbing up there we discovered the line to buy a ticket was
about 45 minutes long, so we just took a few pictures and left. I’m sure the
crowding had a lot to do with the ...
... to see. Today I am tired. No stories today. Good night! -Briana Hello! Today was our forth day of our tour in the highlands. Have you guys heard of the Loch Ness monster? Well, today we went on a cruise over the Loch Ness. Sadly I did not see her, or anyone else, but everyone was looking for her. Scientists cannot prove or disprove that the monster is real because the loch is too dark to see anything, caused ...
Wed, June 4
So the saying goes . . . . "All sunshine maketh a desert". Here's a new one . . . "Now it's time to be wetteth". And it is . . . very wet! Hasn't stopped drizzling and showering the entire day and evening . . . so far.
Here we are in grey Edinburgh, just returned from a day on the Royal Mile, visiting the Castle and Edinburgh Museum. Tomorrow is Holyrood House day, and if we don't run out of time, the Royal Yacht Britannia. And still having ...
The rush, spontaneity and ecstasy of my life in Italy seems like particles of a distant dream already as, a few weeks into my return, I find myself racing through Nairn high street with a woman I've barely met named Alison. I say racing but let us accept that as a very loose term for a car filled with the intent and desire for speed but the actuality of being overtaken by every other means of transport available to the road; one-armed, blind pedestrians ...