Touristing

Hello, C. here.

Today, we played the roles of tourists. G's likely to start work on Wednesday next week, so we're going to knock over a few tourist destinations before then. Unfortunately, most of these are located in the Old Town, around the Royal Mile...which means walking downhill, only to have to climb up again. We were both pooped by 4pm, when we were heading back to the bus stop to head to Sainsbury's. Pathetic? Maybe, but then you aren't sleeping in our incredibly uncomfortable, small bed. Yeah.


Anyhow, we went to the Queen's Gallery, and happened to be there on the first day of a new exhibition of Italian Baroque paintings. They were really impressive, and you could stand literally 2mm from the paintings (or closer, if you want your eyeball to touch the canvas). The talent of the painters was remarkable and unmistakeable, and we were both really affected by how realistic they were. I was quite excited to be so close to a Caravaggio. Not sure why exactly, but yeah.


After the gallery, we popped over to Holyrood Palace, which was right next door. This is the Queen's official residence in Scotland, and only one of three such residences she has. Building started in the early 1100s, and Charles II and Mary Queen of Scots lived there, among other monarchs. We saw Mary's quarters, including the room in which she was dining when her husband burst in with some flunkeys, dragged the Italian ambassador away and stabbed him 56 times (and we also saw the spot on which his body was left including, I swear, the blood stains!). The highlight was undoubtedly a miniature portrait of Charles II, around which Mary had embroidered a decorative border in her own hair. I guess during the long winter nights you made your own entertainment.


I'll end this post with a photo of a menu item we could have chosen today for lunch, but did not.