I Hope I Don't Die At The End of This

It's like Tuesdays with Morrie except at the end, you don't learn anything and you want the guy to die. -Yes, Dear (I don't actually watch that show, and I'm surprised as you are that I'm quoting it.)

Another Tuesday, another walk around town.
This was the most run down I've seen the city. And it's odd when such decay is surrounded by elegant old buildings. Structures are so pretty here that I sometimes forget that real people live in this city with real problems, living real life.


Scottish smart aleck.

And how do I know that this store is authentic? The .com at the end of the store name, of course. It's been around for hundreds of years and countless generations.

Around the Royal Mile, but not quite on it. I like the contrast between the colorful ground floor and the somber tops. This city would be so freaking awesome to play sardines in.
This picture is bad and dark because I forgot that I was inside and I was trying to be subtle with snapping pictures of strange children, but I found this little girl hiding in the wing of an angel and just couldn't resist.