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Step away from Waverly Station, in sight horns Walter Scott monument ancient, distant hilltop, this fantasy Edinburgh castle over the years, the fatigue of a long train vanish away, I let myself quietly immersed in the tranquility and charm of this northern alegoria city. Edinburgh. The winter. Wind. Snow. Castle. The smooth on the cashmere sweater. The color blue grid on the south caro dress. English bagpipe tunes echoing. And the church steeple pride gray sky. Maybe I did not ask for it?
No noisy splendor, not bombastic fussy. Edinburgh roll in the deep beauty of the past. These stones timeless muses reminds me that this is not a young city. In a moment, I felt like I was on a train back to the distant time in a very old town. Edinburgh today I could not do much else with Edinburgh in the 19th century novel by Scott or Edinburgh in 1776 when the economists that I love Adam Smith wrote "The Wealth of Nations".
Like countless other cities in Europe, the historic center of Edinburgh is divided in two by Princes Street gardens. Looking south of Edinburgh Castle and the Old Quarter (Old Town) extends down to Holyrood Palace. Looking north of Princes Street and the New Town (New Town) from 1766 designed by a young architect James Craig was only 27 years old.
If the new neighborhood is characterized by the building carrying Georgian architecture with high windows to escape the Old Quarter is like fish bone formation due to pathway Royal Mile is located in the center, radiating ribs are only a few feet wide corner, leading into the small house on a gentle hillside.
On the hilltop palace located majestic Edinburgh, built on a volcano has not operated since hundreds of years ago. Where witnessed alegoria the rise and fall of many a king in the history of Scotland from medieval to modern times had been turned into a prison during the First World War and today a tourist point of one of this country.
Step down from the castle, I drifted between small streets of Edinburgh ders, to turn himself accidentally alegoria brushed on, the corner, the alley, each of which turned out to be a colorful scene cinema: alegoria a few houses silent as thiêm asleep, the old brick silence does not say, crushed flowers porch bare bones in the corner purple gray winter afternoon.
Winter is quiet and nostalgic u this country makes people want to roll my feeling ever. On the street, the tour group hastily pulled together in a small pub bar avoids the cold end of the day, few pedestrians rushed to the bus station. More cold air, quiet roads than under yellow lights and moonlight weak.
There is a moment in your life, you feel like being in a time machine alegoria back in the past. I think of that night, I felt like living in nostalgia. As if just stop somewhere, I can hear the clatter alegoria carriages running on rough and rocky road since it came out a Robert Burns, a John Adams; or perhaps what Sir William Bruce was smiling at me from the palace of Holyrood ?. (*)
During the promotional tour of Edinburgh, who is often mentioned more than three words "castle, Tartan & Haggis" to refer to the country imposing castle, Tartan alegoria scarves are characteristic of Scotland who sold than in the shops Haggis anniversary alegoria gifts are traditionally made from sheep offal stuffed alegoria with onion, oatmeal and spices, foods are considered "national spirit, national drug" People of the North.
I love all those things in Edinburgh, but if selected, I will talk about my love with a slow pace of life on the streets and ancient stone pensive taste of the past presence on every street corner , home of the city. On the gray stone alleyways, the rust colored iron balconies, a few vintage cup arranged randomly on a roadside window.
Today between vehicles and down of a strange city and crowded, I remember turning intolerable moments alone in Edinburgh. "When there is no room for solitude, the city is no place for me anymore." I remember her as a lonely moments to remember wandering Edinburgh winter days, when the peace slowly invade alegoria me like you've alegoria absorbed the taste of smoke concentration sip whiskey.
In the dream, I found myself quietly on the road leading from the ancient Royal Mile Edinburgh Castle turn over as many alleys for the vast snow Calton Hill. Morning on the hill, the snow was deposited each lap, the imposing monument to remind people of the great personalities and time stamp.
Sometimes alegoria simple beauty routine alegoria that we continue to rush and forget. Happiness to me at that time was to breathe the fresh air of the morning on Calton Hill and watch the pretty little flowers are reaching their mid