Edinburgh they lavishly slosh sauce over their chips - what more is
there to say? Plenty, let me tell you. For this is a very fine city
indeed. And it's a city of two halves: the towering tottering ancient,
and the Georgian Sunday best.
The Old Town retains a wonderful medieval charm rarely found
today in Scotland. Indeed, as you creep through dim alleys in search of
ghosts and ghoulies you half expect to hear a cry of 'Gardyloo' and find
yourself sloshed in other brown stuff that definitely isn't sauce.
the sauce thing alone I think you can instantly see that Edinburgh folk
are very different to, say, Glasgow folk. It's in the genes. Glasgow
folk mostly came from Ireland way back in the mists of time, while
Edinburgh folk came from somewhere else entirely (possibly outer space) and appear more prim
and proper than their cousins in the west.
But these are all thoughts
you can chew upon while exploring a myriad of magnificent things. And
while pondering where to begin,
might I suggest The Halfway
which is in a
little steep lane leading from the railway
up towards the Royal Mile.
Boy, but are you in for a treat.