Rather than another view of the historical sites I am surrounded by, I thought I'd take this opportunity, four weeks after moving to Edinburgh, to share some unexpected experiences.
Scene; my last evening in London (March) on my usual path home from work along the exterior of the Tower Castle: Football practise at the Tower
I wonder if either this father or daughter will look back at this experience and this, "wow, we were playing football on the site of so much of our culture's history!!"
Scene; Saturday night in Edinburgh. My friend Josie (via a Christmas-party introduction from my coworker Ann) works with Andy, the alto sax played in the bank Pygmies of Jazz (as opposed the Giants of Jazz, obviously). A local photographer invites various performers to play gigs in his living room/photo studio every few weeks. Guests bring their own beverages and contribute £10 each, a 'cover' that is paid directly to the band.
the setting
Josie has set herself a pretty high standard by opening with "Let's go check this out...but it might be weird or terrible."
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