Sometimes it’s too easy to take for granted the beauty of the place in which you live.
The Old Town remains so stoic in architecture; closes, cobbles and turrets loom gripped in history. Walking around you can feel like it’s 200 years ago, despite the odd car/traffic light/irritating local getting in the way taking photos.
I had time to kill a couple of weeks ago and the dusk was too beautiful a photo opportunity to miss.
I’ve always thought Forrest Road seemed a bit Parisien – a sudden tree-lined oasis between Greyfriar’s and Teviot.
Edinburgh, I love you.