Keeping the sabbatical spirit going, we didn’t want to get stressed out or sad about leaving. Or both. But just because we didn’t want to…
Anyway, these days did involve a few errands (returning library books; evaluating what to carry on with, what went to the nearest charity shop, shipping a few parcels back to the U.S.); but we really wanted to make time to get back to places we’ve grown to love. And so:
Good-bye, Scottish National Gallery! This time ’round Jean Etienne Liotard’s incredible pastels and other works were on view.
Good-bye, Royal Mile! We always enjoyed seeing this gentleman out collecting for charity.
Good-bye, National Museum! This time we visited the very old things in the Scottish Galleries, and avoided the giant squid upstairs.
And these quaichs from the late 1600s. A quaich is a drinking cup, which you’d know if you drank more Scotch whisky.
And of course, Jackie Stewart’s car.
Good-bye, Armchair Books! Imagine our surprise finding a Michelin roadmap for our next destination tucked in among your shelves.
Good-bye, City Art Centre! We were glad to visit you again. An impromptu slice of cake accompanied by a bit of jazz is nice but the exhibition Scottish Art: People, Places, Ideas was the real draw. (Although the cake was moreish.)
Good-bye, Water of Leith Walkway! We really took our time along your path en route to Modern One — or was it Two? — where M.C. Escher was on, and liked sharing our terrace table with that German couple. Later, it was hello and good-bye to Bennets Bar; we’ll see you and your snug next time.
Good-bye, lovely folk at The Gardener’s Cottage: the meal, wine, turntable, dining table, service, chef, kitchen, and the garden itself — and even the smoke alarm — it was all delightful. When are Steve Coogan and Rob Bryden doing The Trip to Edinburgh? They must stop here.
Good-bye, good people of the Grassmarket Café Community Project! Experiencing the screening of Ken Loach’s Cathy Come Home (1966) with you is a special memory for us.
Good-bye, National Portrait Gallery! Just going inside your walls was a tonic, and we may have actually made it all the way through Scottish history.
Good-bye, Howies (plural!). Our un-rushed lunch was so enjoyable — lovely atmosphere and hospitality.
Good-bye, Broughton Street pub that we will not name. On our penultimate night, we sat for a chat and a tipple with our landlord. (We might now know why over these past five months we saw your “hiring” sign in the window much more than once.)
Good-bye, view through our window! We have photographic proof of summer in Edinburgh. These photies were taken a few minutes apart.
Good-bye, Earthy! We visited you on Day One, a cold, jet-lagged day in mid- February. It seemed only proper to be there on our last day.
Our travels will continue. More soon.