I had forgotten how stunning this city is. Of course I remembered its landmarks—the Scott Monument, the Castle, Carlton Hill—but I had forgotten that the streets themselves are beautiful: the stone apartments, the cobblestone streets, the nestled churches.
I am at a loss for words to describe this city. I nearly cried when I saw the castle today. My heart soars here.
My view is slightly skewed in that I'm staying with Annabel in her gorgeous Victorian flat with twenty-foot-high moulded ceilings and hardwood floors (and rent so low it makes me choke). And its a five minute walk to the supermarket or to a pub (or ten or twenty) or a club or a cute, hip, gay cafe. Or a bookstore or a fresh fish shop or newsstand. And all these walks are beautiful.
And I'm going to live in this area, so in less than a week, my flat will be a five minute walk from all those places. I stand by what I said before leaving: Edinburgh is a lot like Heaven.
For my devoted fans who actually read this thing: I'm sorry I haven't sent you an email yet. I don't have anything to report yet, but I'll write soon.
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You made it! - and I am damned envious. I fell in love with Edinburgh when I visited the city in 1980. I still remember the tourist sites and all the little things that I discovered by wandering on my own. You must take a guy (who is slightly afraid of heights) to the Scott Monument on a very windy day. All that swaying should lead to a snog or two. - firemind (http://firemind2.blogspot.com)
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