Edinburgh and all that

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I think I said the following:

I can’t believe I’m back in my favourite British city of all time. The first and last time was exactly ten years ago, November 2002. I remember it being a lot colder. Or maybe I’m just lucky, but my freckles didn’t expect so much sunshine.

So yeah, another hotel bathroom diary-like moment, except that I’m eating chips in here. I know I’m disgusting.

I have done the following things since my arrival:

A lot of walking.

It might sound boring to you, but initially, I came to write and see what’s left of autumn in this magical city. I ended up writing and watching 50’s movies, and I tuned in for the U.S. elections. I’m exhausted, but I can’t afford to be tired.

Well, I did go out. I went to the castle and spent a lot of time in the garden, the cemetery and the church. I love the Botanic Garden and St Giles church as long as there is no one preaching.

Princes Street is no longer the same; it has become very modernised, but not modernised enough, because I couldn’t find the Apple store.

Tomorrow I’m going to climb the Scott Monument. I will take a picture from the top and compare it to the one I took ten years ago.

So far, the best visit was Portobello beach, calming and beautiful. It was also the only place where people talked to me. An older man asked me if I liked seashells. Then two men with Down syndrome chatted me up. I was flattered, but I didn’t feel like playing with their dog.

In the evening, I observed two seagulls from my hotel room; they were watching the sunset. The most beautiful about Edinburgh at night is the way the city lights flicker; it’s as if your vision has become blurry. And then you know it’s time for bed.

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