Alan H and the Luminous Joan in Scotland- let the photo onslaught begin! Days 1-2

[Alan H]

Refreshed by the clear air and the cry of SEAGULLS, because Edinburgh is right on the coast of the Firth of Forth, we head back to the Old Town, focusing on the bottom half of the Royal Mile.

For how many years have I read about the (*&#$#_)@ cursed KILT TAT SHOPS on the horrible Royal Mile? Och, the curse of Kiltmaking they are, selling tripe to tourists who don't know any better and destroying our vital industry, not to mention the Immortal Memory of our Ancient Forefathers Who Fought For Our Liberty, embodied in our Noble Tartans. And stuff like that.

Well, I thought you all would enjoy seeing some of those tat shops, so here you go! Look, I'm standing in front of one in PANTS!



Let's go INSIDE!!!! We might BUY something!



Mind you, these shops are half the size and a quarter of the obnoxiousness quotient of the several really BIG ones up at the upper end of the Royal Mile. It hadn't occurred to me to photograph them yesterday. You'll just have to settle for these, located "downhill" from South and North Bridge Street. Nonetheless, they are true specimens of the species.




Mind you, these shops are half the size and a quarter of the obnoxiousness quotient of the several really BIG ones up at the upper end of the Royal Mile. It hadn't occurred to me to photograph them yesterday. You'll just have to settle for these, located "downhill" from South and North Bridge Street. Nonetheless, they are true specimens of the species.