I was so excited to get out and capture the beautiful images I was seeing out the window of the tram that I got off an left my sweater. Luckily I banged on the door and the porter retrieved my abbandoned sweater before they left the station.
Then I walked a few blocks to my hotel to stash my bag and “get out in it” as my friend Jan likes to say. I tried using my iPhone for directions but could not access the internet or any of my apps. I turned on international calling with Verizon but I guess that only meant I could call and text. Oh well, I decided to just wing it. Evverything seemed worthy of a picture and started down the street passing pubs with street side tables. Should I stop in for a pint? Maybe later, I must stretch my legs a bit. I walked down the street and onto a side street with an old church. It was backlit with the setting sun so I tried going around the back. Then I noticed a sign for an art show. The signs pointed up the hill so I followed the path. There were others coming down, some with dogs. As I tuned the corner I saw people picnicing on the hillside. I was excited to see the view of Edinburgh from the top and hopefully an art exhibit. But what I found at the top wasn’t just a view of the city. It was a city in its own. A magical area called Calton Hill.
This lad with his playboy socks and two dogs were sunning themselves on the hillside: