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Saturday, September 26, 2009

Things To Like About Edinburgh

Did I say how much fun the town is? Probably! A gem of Old Europe, the streets are for walkers, young, vibrant, sometimes thronging sometimes quiet, always something unexpected around the corner, endless shops, small to tiny, all offering different wares, tons of crafts by Scottish artisans from delightful, inexpensive souvenirs to astonishingly fine original jewelry, clothing, accessories and gifts of all kinds.

And there's more than the explosion of Starbucks to make an American feel at home: it has become quite the fashion for service and sales people to ask customers to have a nice day. What once seemed incongruous ('Yes, but they can't really mean it!'), is now quite commonplace. Nice!

And kudos also to England and Scotland (doubtless the rest of the country as well) for providing such ready access to fresh, healthy food. Nearly every grocery and drug-type store I visited had refrigerated displays of freshly prepared, individual portions of fruit, vegetables, small sandwiches, etc. Restaurants serve soft drinks in 6oz. bottles. You have the fun of drinking them, but don't take too much! In the several Boots and M&Ss I visited, the offerings of were much smaller. Worked for me!

Oh and if you eat out at a nice place, to wit, one providing cloth not paper napkins, be sure to let your waiter shake it out and place it on your lap for you. This is always done with a smile and appears to be a perk of the job.

Edinburgh Or Bust!

14 August

Well, a long but pleasant road trip straight up through England and a fair portion of Scotland saw us safely to a Edinburgh last night. A soggy drizzle penetrated every layer and I really felt back in Europe again. But the City is lovely, the streetlights in the puddles give it a shimmer drier climes can only dream of and having done justice to a long-missed cotolete milanese from the local Italian, we repaired
to the snug flat where the gracious Diana and Philip Deeks continue as gracious hosts to your humble chronicler. As a palliative against snake bites, we downed a couple of gin and tonics and, as no snakes have been reported in these parts for about seven hundred years, you will be reassured to know that we felt pretty safe. Certainly we slumbered all the more soundly for such precautions, so the fire alarm that went off in the wee hours when the upstairs neighbor decided to try his hand at a piece of toast left us hardly shaken at all. And kudos to the local Fire Department that showed up within minutes just to make double sure that everything was truly fine.