Greetings!
Walking down the Royal Mile during the Edinburgh Festival
makes you want to start swinging a sword.
Are there any more uncompromising tourists anywhere? With Pat on my arm, I felt like a
slalom skier bending around the oncoming pedestrians. After a while, you feel like asserting your right to passage.
No pictures today.
It looked like rain all day, and we scheduled indoor venues where they
don’t allow them. Then it cleared
up, but I had left it home. It was
just as well. I would have swung
it.
We visited the Writer’s Museum, a tribute to Robert Burns,
Sir Walter Scott, and Robert Louis Stevenson. All have statues in the city, with Scott’s being a huge
tower featuring him and his dog at the base. Stevenson and Burns get a great relief and a stained glass
window in St Giles Church. But you
could not find a Scotsman who wouldn’t be able to tell you what they wrote, and
perhaps quote a few lines. Can
you?
We walked around in the Georgian House. Think Dowton Abbey comes to town to
hold parties to demonstrate their status, and strategically recruit husbands
for their daughters. Wait, wasn’t
that what they were doing also out in their country estate?
We listened to the Scottish Young Peoples Choir practicing
in St. Giles Church for a concert tonight. One of the largest organs in Europe being overwhelmed by
sixty of the loudest youngsters on the planet.
And in the back of the church was the Chapel of the Order of
the Thistle. Member names from
1604 are carved on the entry room wall, and family crests occupy seats inside
the Chapel. This is the only
heraldric order in Great Britain, and nomination is by King and Queen
only. If you believe that Charles
W. Marr, of Limerick, York, Maine is the son of Denis Marr, of Scarborough, Cumberland, Maine, two members of my
family made it in 1706 and 1814. John, Earl of Marr, and Thomas Erskine, of
Marr both were honored for their work developing the Scottish judicial system.
Tomorrow, we head south back into England (after seeing Hadrian's Wall) to York.
Gregory
Tomorrow, we head south back into England (after seeing Hadrian's Wall) to York.
Gregory
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