Dusk’s last rays arced over the horizon and slammed into Arthur’s Seat, the shadows of rocky outcroppings, brush, and men pulled far into the east. From below, in the shadow of Parliament, I was a small lightless thing. No doubt I went unnoticed by those on Arthur’s Seat, but I was privy to something much grander and alive.
After descending the Royal Mile from Edinburgh Castle, the expansiveness of the view was jolting. But I shouldn’t have been surprised. More than anything else, Edinburgh is a city of perspective: from the castle, Calton Hill, Heriot’s School, Arthur’s Seat, or the foot of the Royal Mile, there is always some historical or natural work of art in view.
Be sure to check out the Traveling Savage Facebook page tomorrow to see a view of the Old Town from the Sir Walter Scott Monument in New Town. For a city, it’s a bit like looking at a picture of its grandparents.
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