All I could say was "wow"
I came to Edinburgh from London by train and the first thing I saw when leaving Waverley Station was the silhouette of the dark and imposing medieval Old Town. The image was so spectacular, all I could say was "wow." Separated only by a street and located a little lower, the elegant 18th century New Town is very different than the old city. I knew the capital of Scotland was a cool city made for walking so I walked to the guest house we had booked in Canonmills, a neighborhood in the New Town. On my way there I passed dreamy parks, broad avenues and buildings with an elegant French air to them. 'Edinbra', as the Scots say, was darkening to the rhythm of my steps. After leaving my stuff in the little hotel, I walked a few blocks along the Dean River to another district of the New Town: Stockbridge.
I had just come from London so I was surprised by the absence of immigrants, homeless people, loud noises, sirens, crowds or police. The quality of life enjoyed by those living in Edinburgh is very high. The pubs and taverns are full starting from 5pm, the stores sell vintage clothing, antiques or jewelry and they don't have surveillance. People fearlessly walk through dark alleys, the houses aren't barred and are exquisitely decorated with fireplaces and full bookshelves. The December cold put an end to my evening walk and I entered into a film tavern. The bar was quiet with elderly couples dressed up like the early seventies, a rugby match was on the television, and the evening papers were scattered on the tables. I ordered an early dinner after being reassured by the waiter that 5 in the afternoon was a normal time. I enjoyed a plate of fish, potatoes and fried bacon accompanied by a thick exquisite stout. Cheers to your health, wonderful Edinburgh.
