Windy really wanted to see a guy she follows on youtube who was playing at the fringe so she bought tickets for the day after our arrival and off we went. The number we had at the condo for taxis was disconnected, uber said someone would be in touch within 10-9-8-7-14-13-20-21 minutes. It wasn’t promising, so we hit the streets and hailed down 4 busses that happened by, who were helpful but ultimately not That helpful and finally the last guy said get on, we’re going to the train station and it’ll take you right there.
Once at the train station everything went swimmingly until we got into town and were swarmed by the busses, taxis, and tourists, a sea of tourists. We had left 3 hours early but to reach the show even close to on time we had to take a taxi from the train station.
We made it!
Below is his flyer. All these flyers represent 2% of the shows happening at the Fringe Festival which I’ll talk more about later.
We picked a condo in a distant land for our first three nights thinking we’d just hang around, rest, enjoy the gorgeous walks, and get time-changed, which is what we are going to do tomorrow. This is the bus that took us to the train. All the bus drivers did try to help but they weren’t going in our direction. They did kindly elucidate with words and gestures what we should do. I think we caught half of it.
The train ride was lovely as everyone around was chatty and happy to tell us things. It was charming.
A mural in front of the train station in honor of one of the bridges…which I will talk about next.
Oh look, a carnival.
Folks on the train wanted to tell us about the bridges and it was so interesting. You can see them here in chronological order. If you’re interested you can click on this 3 Bridges website for details, not too much, just enough.
We can see all three bridges from our balcony.
Looking in the other direction from the dining room window. People bring their dogs down here to frolic in the water and then roll in the sand. They really love their dogs in Scotland.
We were in town for a short time, enough to have a pretty tasty dinner and when we wanted to take the leftovers home they said no, sorry, we don’t have a license for take-away. Does this happen often, we asked. Not so often, she replied.
Looking up.
Just around the corner.
The statue depicts William Chambers, a renowned publisher and former Lord Provost of Edinburgh standing directly in front of the Victorian-era building of the National Museum of Scotland.
Again, the National Museum of Scotland.
I touched his little head and he closed his eyes, laid his head on my hand, and did that nighty night dog snort. Oh my goodness.
