Nov.
            20-25, 1998  Edinburgh, ScotlandAs sometimes happens while traveling
            in Europe, a rugby match has turned the relatively routine task of finding accommodations
            for the evening into something of a challenge. The home team in Edinburgh is in a BIG
            match tomorrow with the visiting reigning world champions - South Africa. It seems that
            almost the entire country has traveled to the capital to witness the expected trouncing
            first hand. Laura and I had little interest in heading for the match, just matching our
            head with a pillow. Laura's unusually energetic mood this evening proves to be a big asset
            in finally securing lodging, as she calls and runs around while I babysit the packs. 
            We find a great little B&B, just 15 minutes walk from the station.
             As the morning greets us, we take advantage of
            the fact that the majority of the townsfolk are either cheering at the stadium, or glued
            to a TV in their local pub, as a great opportunity to explore the city in relative
            peacefulness. It is said that the pride of the all the Scots is manifested in this, the
            majestic city of Edinburgh. And from looking around, it seems the Scotsmen do have
            something to be proud of. From the tall gray-stone Georgian terraces standing at stately
            attention, to the sprinkling of medieval buildings planted solidly on their original
            foundations, the city's variety of architecture makes it one of the most handsome capital
            cities in all of Europe.
As the morning greets us, we take advantage of
            the fact that the majority of the townsfolk are either cheering at the stadium, or glued
            to a TV in their local pub, as a great opportunity to explore the city in relative
            peacefulness. It is said that the pride of the all the Scots is manifested in this, the
            majestic city of Edinburgh. And from looking around, it seems the Scotsmen do have
            something to be proud of. From the tall gray-stone Georgian terraces standing at stately
            attention, to the sprinkling of medieval buildings planted solidly on their original
            foundations, the city's variety of architecture makes it one of the most handsome capital
            cities in all of Europe.
             One of these medieval buildings, the one that absolutely
            dominates the skyline, is our first stop of the day. It is the city's most prominent
            example of its pride and beauty - Edinburgh Castle. Perched atop the highest point within
            sight, that of the volcanic projection known as Castle Rock, the massive structure has
            always been at the attention-getting center of things. Thus, it has seen more than its
            fair share of battles and destruction as its ownership went from one warring faction to
            the next. Because various parts of the castle have been demolished, rebuilt, and/or
            further fortified, it is a hodgepodge of architectural styles. Each stage of its history
            and the construction that came with it, reflect the castle's myriad of different uses as
            well as the rulers that decreed those uses. Laura and I relive the centuries of history,
            with the help of an audio player and headphones, as we weave in and out of the castle's
            many chambers, halls, and dungeons, letting ourselves get lost in the legends.
One of these medieval buildings, the one that absolutely
            dominates the skyline, is our first stop of the day. It is the city's most prominent
            example of its pride and beauty - Edinburgh Castle. Perched atop the highest point within
            sight, that of the volcanic projection known as Castle Rock, the massive structure has
            always been at the attention-getting center of things. Thus, it has seen more than its
            fair share of battles and destruction as its ownership went from one warring faction to
            the next. Because various parts of the castle have been demolished, rebuilt, and/or
            further fortified, it is a hodgepodge of architectural styles. Each stage of its history
            and the construction that came with it, reflect the castle's myriad of different uses as
            well as the rulers that decreed those uses. Laura and I relive the centuries of history,
            with the help of an audio player and headphones, as we weave in and out of the castle's
            many chambers, halls, and dungeons, letting ourselves get lost in the legends.
             Now, from the kingly castle, to the Royal Mile.
            We bid farewell to Edinburgh Castle and make our way on the street running down the hill
            into the Old Town. This strip, known as the Royal Mile, was the main artery of the city
            for over six centuries. It took the completion of the elegant New Town in the 18th
            century, to detract from its popularity. With this addition, Edinburgh was split into the
            Old Town, encompassing the Royal Mile running down the hill from the castle and the
            medieval alleys and tenements surrounding it, and the New Town, with its grand terraces
            and crescents of Prince Street, and the pubs and restaurants of Rose Street.
Now, from the kingly castle, to the Royal Mile.
            We bid farewell to Edinburgh Castle and make our way on the street running down the hill
            into the Old Town. This strip, known as the Royal Mile, was the main artery of the city
            for over six centuries. It took the completion of the elegant New Town in the 18th
            century, to detract from its popularity. With this addition, Edinburgh was split into the
            Old Town, encompassing the Royal Mile running down the hill from the castle and the
            medieval alleys and tenements surrounding it, and the New Town, with its grand terraces
            and crescents of Prince Street, and the pubs and restaurants of Rose Street.
             We
            casually strolled down the  cobblestone thoroughfare, lined with churches, museums,
            other grand institutions, including my favorite, the Royal Mile Whiskies store. Inside the
            walls of this small, inconspicuous shop are bottles of some of the finest Scotch Whiskey
            in the world. Boasting many brands simply not available anywhere else, it is a popular
            stop for even those who have more of an appreciation for the heritage of this elixir than
            the taste.
We
            casually strolled down the  cobblestone thoroughfare, lined with churches, museums,
            other grand institutions, including my favorite, the Royal Mile Whiskies store. Inside the
            walls of this small, inconspicuous shop are bottles of some of the finest Scotch Whiskey
            in the world. Boasting many brands simply not available anywhere else, it is a popular
            stop for even those who have more of an appreciation for the heritage of this elixir than
            the taste.
             Occasionally, we would wander down into the honeycomb of steep
            and winding alleyways known as 'closes'. These once plague infested, trash ridden rows of
            multi-story slums, are now nicely restored and tidily preserved window shopping utopias.
            This, the Old Town is far refined from the days of the past when garbage and waste raining
            down from windows above, and refuse stagnating in open sewers below, gave the city the
            undesirable nickname of 'Auld Reekie' - loosely translated: 'Stinkyville'. Not only that,
            but before long this most morally upright city developed a seamier side, with an estimated
            200 brothels in business in the early Victorian period. Add to that rampant crime, and
            widespread disease amoung the 30,000 residents, and you have, overall, not a pleasant
            place to call home in the middle 1800's.
Occasionally, we would wander down into the honeycomb of steep
            and winding alleyways known as 'closes'. These once plague infested, trash ridden rows of
            multi-story slums, are now nicely restored and tidily preserved window shopping utopias.
            This, the Old Town is far refined from the days of the past when garbage and waste raining
            down from windows above, and refuse stagnating in open sewers below, gave the city the
            undesirable nickname of 'Auld Reekie' - loosely translated: 'Stinkyville'. Not only that,
            but before long this most morally upright city developed a seamier side, with an estimated
            200 brothels in business in the early Victorian period. Add to that rampant crime, and
            widespread disease amoung the 30,000 residents, and you have, overall, not a pleasant
            place to call home in the middle 1800's.
             In
            sharp contrast, the stately Georgian townhomes and sprawling crescents of the New Town
            gave the city of Edinburgh two faces - the opulence of the New Town and the destitution of
            the Old Town. In fact, it was this sharp contrast that inspired Robert Louis Stevenson's
            narrative of opposites, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Like the
            story, it took seeing the two sides of the same city, to have a true appreciation of what
            was hidden beneath the surface. Fortunately for us, it wasn't a group of snaggle-toothed,
            hunch-backed, schizophrenic killers, but a wonderfully warm and friendly bevy of cheerful
            Scots, that we discovered and now have found memories of, on 'the other side' of
            Edinburgh.
In
            sharp contrast, the stately Georgian townhomes and sprawling crescents of the New Town
            gave the city of Edinburgh two faces - the opulence of the New Town and the destitution of
            the Old Town. In fact, it was this sharp contrast that inspired Robert Louis Stevenson's
            narrative of opposites, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Like the
            story, it took seeing the two sides of the same city, to have a true appreciation of what
            was hidden beneath the surface. Fortunately for us, it wasn't a group of snaggle-toothed,
            hunch-backed, schizophrenic killers, but a wonderfully warm and friendly bevy of cheerful
            Scots, that we discovered and now have found memories of, on 'the other side' of
            Edinburgh.