We found a terrific flat through Airbnb in an area called Grassmarket. It was a steep climb of 49 steps up a narrow turret to get to our place, but it was relatively quiet, comfortable, clean, and RIGHT in the heart of the city. There was even a supermarket only a third of a mile away. Couldn't have asked for more!
There are countless forts and castles in Europe that have rarely seen a shot fired in anger. This is not one of them. Since Edinburgh is one of the first places an invading English army comes to when, for the umpteenth time, it's trying to put down the Scots, there have been many battles, some of which resulted in the capture of the castle by one side or the other.
We took the tour through this gloomy area, past places where prisoners of war and captured pirates spent days, weeks, years in these rooms. With all that time on their hands, some turned their skills to fabricating objects of remarkable beauty, such as this inlaid wooden chest to the right.
Finally, to the ramparts! Immediately below us is a green area now called Princes Street Gardens, since Princes Street runs along the far side of it. This was a marsh until the mid-1760s, when the city began filling it in.
The area just out of view to the right is called Old Town, centering on a street called the Royal Mile. We'll head there one paragraph down. The area just beyond Princes Street Gardens is New Town, which started in 1767 and grew in stages over the next half century. The second photo below is a sketch of the original plan, and the third photo a closer look from the castle at what it looks like today. There are still many 18th and 19th century buildings in New Town, but not too many on Princes Street itself, now that it has become the prime shopping street in town. Look for ones that are only 4 stories (sometimes with a turreted fifth floor) and made of stone. As soon as one gets to the interior streets, as we'll show you a bit further on, the majority of the buildings are indeed original.
Running off the Royal Mile at right angles were numerous narrow passageways, called "wynds." We'll turn off the audio for a moment and walk down the street, admiring the stolid buildings along the Royal Mile and peeking as we go at several of these colorful nooks and crannies off to the sides.
Holyrood Palace is now the official residence of the British monarch in Scotland, and QE II spends a week there every year at the end of June. The official website says she typically "entertains" 8,000 guests during this week. Not quite sure how she entertains 8,000 folks with more than one of her famous hand waves.
We entered through this imposing portal and took the house tour past the location of perhaps the most infamous few minutes in Scottish history. Mary Queen of Scots was having dinner on March 9, 1566 with several guests, one of whom was her secretary, David Rizzio. 80 uninvited guests suddenly arrived, including Mary's husband Lord Darnley. Darnley had been convinced (most likely falsely) that Mary's 5-month pregnancy was Rizzio's doing, not his own. Mary was physically restrained while Rizzio received 56 stab wounds. Within two hours he was buried in the monastery ruins next door. Mary managed to flee. Eleven months later Darnley was spending his nights in a house just up the Royal Mile from Holyrood House while persons unknown were spending their days filling the basement with gunpowder. He was buried not far from Rizzio. Gosh, hard to say who were the nastier group back then, the Scottish royals or the English.
In any event, it was interesting to get some historical thrills and chills walking through the palace. No photos were allowed inside, so we've included artist William Allan's version of the events done two centuries later. But what we can do is show you the impressive front facade of the palace, plus the ruins next door of the monastery of the Holy Cross (Holyrood) that gave its name to the palace.
With so much Scottish history on the Royal Mile and particularly down at this end, it's no surprise that the Scots chose a location across the street from Holyroodhouse Palace for the Scottish Parliament Building. In 1997 a referendum authorized partial autonomy (called devolution) for Scotland and the re-creation of a Scottish parliament that had ceased to exist in 1707 when England and Scotland merged to become the United Kingdom.
It's an odd building from the outside. We did not go in so can't say whether or not it improves upon closer inspection. One architectural critic summed up its complexity as "quite a meal." It was a collaboration of Spanish and Scottish architects, and the Architectural Digest called it "a Celtic-Spanish cocktail to blow both minds and budgets [it went waaaaay over budget]; it doesn't play safe, energetically mining a new seam of National Romanticism refined and reinterpreted for the twenty-first century." On the other side, one British satirical magazine bestowed its "Worst Building of the Year" award upon it.
The views of the surroundings were no doubt as lush then as now, and not complicated by the gash of the M9 motorway. A bit to the left today are some fields where archaeologists and gardeners have teamed up to recreate at least the outlines of what once were royal gardens. Looking to the west, he could see the upper reaches of the valley of the River Forth. These are the Scottish Lowlands. Low, but not flat.
To see the Scottish Highlands, James only had to look north. On top of the nearby forested steep hill, an outpost perhaps of the real hills behind it, is a monument. This is relatively new, a mere 150 years old. It commemorates William Wallace, the Scottish hero depicted in the movie Braveheart. Midway between the camera and the Wallace Monument you can just make out a three-arch stone bridge. In 1297 an English army was crossing a wooden bridge at this spot when Wallace's smaller army attacked and defeated it in the Battle of Stirling Bridge.
The largest room in the castle, and for many years the largest in Scotland, was the Great Hall, where banquets, dances and pageants were held. To get an idea of what folks filling the hall might have looked like, one only has to look at some of the many wood and stone carvings around the castle.
But a visit today takes you back to the 1540s, with tour guides in period costume and the royal chambers recreated as well as possible to reflect that period. The Scottish kings have considered the unicorn as their symbol since the 1200s, and there were once tapestries of unicorns here, now lost to history. 15 years ago a group arranged to copy the Hunt of the Unicorn tapestry series owned by the Cloisters Museum in New York, renowned as the most famous and among the best-preserved group of medieval tapestries in the world. The copy was completed in 2012 at the cost of £2 million! We've seen the originals, and the copy is equally impressive both from a distance and close-up.
Back in Edinburgh, it was time to climb to Arthur's Seat. Like the hill that Edinburgh Castle sits atop, it is the remnant of a volcano over 300 million years ago. The name might be a reference to King Arthur, but he was really an English, not Scottish, legend, and a likelier source is a corruption of words referring to arrows. No matter, it's a wonderful hike up to its 822 foot (250 m) top, and terribly popular.
Part way up, with the help of our telephoto lens, we caught a good view of Holyroodhouse Palace and of the monastery, now ruins, that the palace grew from. From the summit there were wonderful views in all directions, such as the three bridges over the Firth of Forth (2 road bridges with white towers and a railroad bridge with red superstructure) that were 13 miles away, or Edinburgh Castle just 2 miles distant.
And more. Next, a hobby horse, predecessor by about 50 years to the bicycle, owned by a Scottish nobleman. No pedals on these puppies. Then a very early Dunlop tire, the world's first practical pneumatic tire, developed by Scotsman John Boyd Dunlop. And finally there's that pair of spurs on a plate. They belonged to a border reiver named Wat o'Harden. "Border reiver" is a fancy term for a class of chronic thieves who crossed the border between England and Scotland to steal from the other side. When the larder got low in the o'Harden household, his wife served Wat a plate of his spurs. "Spurred" on, he knew "wat" to do, pardon the puns.
Nowhere near as chaotic was the National Gallery of Scotland, one of the country's major art museums. Indeed, it recently acquired what is arguably the Mona Lisa of Scotland, i.e. its most iconic painting, Monarch of the Glen. It was executed about 1851 by Englishman Sir Edwin Landseer on a visit to Scotland, where he did much of his painting. Thanks to its use in advertising in the past few decades, it has become widely known in the UK and elsewhere.
It wasn't another rainy day, but we did visit one other sight that was largely "indoors," but on a boat. And not just any boat. This was the Royal Yacht Britannia. It was a half-hour bus ride away, but we scored front-row seats on a double-decker bus and enjoyed a sometimes thrilling ride down the narrow streets of Edinburgh.
To give an overview of the boat there was a model -- out of Legos -- in the ticket lobby. Later on we also encountered a helpful drawing showing some of the more important cabins on the ship.
This was no weekend pleasure boat but a large ocean-going ship that could and did sail around the globe to New Zealand and Australia. During its service from 1953 to 1997 it sailed a million miles. On board for a major state visit would be the Queen and Prince Philip, of course, but also up to 40 palace staff and a ship's crew of about 200!
Of course everyone wants to see what the Queen's quarters looked like. During the day, she spent a lot of time at her office desk with her secretary and other close staffers. Her bedroom is nearby.
Prince Philip's sleeping quarters are similarly restrained, but obviously a tad more masculine in tone. Nearby is a guest room with the only bed on the ship that sleeps more than one, and it's only a double, not a queen-sized bed! Prince Charles and Diana used it for their honeymoon.
As for the main guests, they could use the small dining room for little groups of 18 or so. But for a state dinner on board, they could handily seat 30 with all the elegance of Windsor or Buckingham Palace.
Of course they also needed a place to socialize in before or after dinner, and there was just the spot for that as well, complete with baby grand.
Alas, the crew did not have quite the same experiences. A room the size of a modest living room was the social club for the crew, outfitted nowadays by a friendly mannequin. The sleeping quarters of course were full of those twin beds, but a tad closer together. And for many, their days were spent in larger rooms than the Queen might have frequented, but not quieter.
It was indeed a most interesting tour, living up to its reputation as one of the main tourist destinations in Edinburgh. Unlike most tourists, however, we took advantage of the fact that we were now on the Firth of Forth to do a walk upstream along this large estuary for another 6 miles, to Cramond. Among the sights was an island that once bristled with guns. Its main function was to prevent German ships, especially submarines, from going a few miles further upstream to attack the naval shipyard at Rosyth or the neighboring Firth of Forth railway bridge. In the third photo, hikers are heading out to Cramond Island, right at the opening hour posted on the shore that limits, thanks to the tides, when one can safely walk to and from the island. To their right just beyond the dike-like mound is a row of piles driven into the water at the start of WW II. This was to keep submarines or small attack boats from trying to sneak up the Firth to reach Rosyth and the bridge. At Cramond we walked along the small Almond River past boats that will not be going anywhere for many hours, until the tide has finally turned.
The streets are wide, perhaps to accommodate horses and carriages that once plied the streets. Today some have taken to accommodating parked cars, and looked perfectly tatty, to use a British word for it. The conversion of so many ground floors into small shops probably preceded this descent from gentility.
Besides the hills topped by Edinburgh Castle and Arthur's Seat, a third somewhat lower hill rises from the center of Edinburgh, Carlton Hill. Looking WNW from its summit you can see New Town to the far left and its 19th century neighbor Bonnington. In the foreground is the Omni Centre, which claims to be the place to find "fun, food, film and fitness facilities." In the far distance you can just make out the towers of the bridges 12 miles away. Turning a bit to the right, you look down at Edinburgh's port city of Leith. Hiding behind one of its taller buildings is the Royal Yacht Britannia. These are densely packed parts of the metropolis.
But just walk around to get a clear view from Carlton Hill to the east and southeast, and you are reminded just how wild and how close the escape to nature is when you walk past Holyroodhouse Palace and climb to Arthur's Seat.
Finally, looking WSW, you can see Castle Hill. The Royal Mile slowly ascends through that forest of stone structures, right up to the Castle door.
We'll finish by descending once again down colorful Victoria Street, seen here from Victoria Terrace, and take a quick look at Greyfriars Bobby, one of the most-photographed spots in Edinburgh. The story is that the wee dog Bobby stood watch at the grave of his owner for 14 years, until his own death. The Greyfriars graveyard where Bobby stood watch is next door to the pub. There are some who question this story, but that has not stopped two films and a variety of novels and children's books from making Bobby one of the best-known dogs in British history. Only steps from this bronze version of faithful Bobby is Grassmarket, a lively square where our flat was located. Since our bedroom was in the back, it was actually a calm place to return to.
And "returning" is what we now turn to. We hopped a train to Glasgow and a plane to New York. We spent two nights so we could spend an afternoon and evening with Louise's brother Richard and take a walk in Central Park, only blocks from his apartment. It's New York, so of course his is a tall building but not one of the ones here. These don't rent, they sell. For prices with 8 and sometimes even 9 digits after the dollar sign.
Then we hopped a bus for the 4 1/2 hour ride to Ithaca NY to visit Louise's daughter Lisa and family. We watched our grandkids for the weekend while Lisa and Ray flew off to an out-of-town wedding, and got to see Issei play mah jong with a group of friends he made a few weeks ago. They come to a bakery each Saturday and spend a few hours nibbling and playing, and when eleven-year-old Issei showed quite some interest in their game, he found himself invited to join them. He's now become a regular. We also got to send them off to school Monday morning, and in the second shot our granddaughter Elise showed us what going to school looks like nowadays for a busy high school freshman.
When we decided to take Amtrak home from upstate New York, the three nights it would take seemed like a long stretch. So it was no stretch at all to come up with a way to break up the trip. We hopped off in Milwaukee, picked up a rental car, and spent two nights exploring Wisconsin. Part of that was spent doing some short hikes in Glacial Moraine State Park, but the main focus was a visit to the home of Jazz and Cordelia, the good friends who invited us to Vienna 5 years ago. That was the event that prompted our first bike trip to Europe and infected us with a Eurocentric travel bug we haven't gotten over yet.
For several years now, they have invited a foreign exchange student into their home for a year of high school. This year their additional family member is Shinichiro, their first boy and first Japanese student. Shinichiro brought a yukata as a house present for Zosia, complete with instructions written out by his mom in Japan, but they hadn't attempted a fitting yet. Well, knowing full well that Louise would know something about Japanese women's clothing, they got to work and in short order had Zosia looking quite spiffy. Even her brother Konrad thought she looked quite special. Then, spirited soul that she is, Zosia tried out some moves with her Japanese outfit. We didn't have the heart to tell her that young women in Japan don't exactly do those moves, particularly not when wearing a yukata.
Well, that's it for this year, folks. We're looking forward to yet another trip to Europe next summer, so long as our bodies make it through another winter OK. Thanks for following us in 2018!