November 13, 2014 § Leave a comment
Unsure if anyone in Edinburgh actually lives there. The city is built on the grounds of natural disaster. It’s gorgeous. You can’t really blame it for being full of tourists. The architecture, the lights, that park, a castle, the leaves in November. These are all good, justifiable things drawing everybody in. Too many people wearing cameras (including me, let’s be real) but too many pretty things to look at. Balance, maybe. And many, many uphill steps.
My only recommendations for anyone visiting: the National Galleries and this Haggis & Whiskey bar. Where I tweeted just ate a sheep’s liver, lung, and stomach and logging that into things I don’t even believe are true but are which promptly received zero favorites. It was the best (and only, aside from two vegetarian portions that don’t count) haggis I’ve had. The whiskey menu was a good three pages longer than the dinner menu, which I think speaks for itself. Speaks for Scotland.
And while you’re in the The National Galleries, the basement dedicated to Scottish artists is worth booking a train ticket for. Stare at these.
And right now they have an exhibit showcasing twenty-five years of contemporary Scottish artists. You can read about it here. I surprised myself by not going into cardiac arrest. So many David Shrigley prints that the high school girl me was resurrected right then and there. In heaven.
I lied, a third recommendation: walk as much and as far as you can. It’s pretty.