If there ever was a fairy tale town, I’m convinced that Edinburgh is it. With its towering monuments and insanely beautiful architecture, I don’t think I’ve wanted to live in a city as much I did Edinburgh after a family holiday a few weeks ago. It’s called ‘Athens of the North for a reason, though arguably not for its number of sunshine hours, but certainly for its cultural value, sheer beauty and enormous historical significance.
The city itself is nestled in the Firth of Forth and between two extinct volcanoes, one on top of which rests Edinburgh castle. The tourist centre of Edinburgh is the “Old Town” which races right through the middle, from the gates of Edinburgh Castle down to the Palace of Holyroodhouse at the mouth of the Royal Mile. Along the way its peppered with traditional shops and medieval taverns. From what I saw in passing the city is brimming to the cup with beautiful galleries, monuments and museums.
The Palace of Holyroodhouse lies within reach of Arthur’s Seat, the other extinct volcano in Edinburgh and truly a sight for sore eyes. Hiking to the top of the summit would be a great way to finish the day and catch the sinking rays of the sunset.
Their lie hundreds of little closes throughout the city, with hidden cafés and shops, a little slice of heaven for wanderers, and in the picture above you can Scott’s monument through one of the closes. The Victorian Gothic monument, dedicated to Scottish author Sir Walter Scott, is the largest monument for a writer in the entire world. It stands in the Princess Street Gardens, next to Edinburgh’s Waverley Station, which is named after Scott’s Waverley novels.
I’m itching to go back to this beautiful city and explore even more of it, this city deserves at least a week for anyone to appreciate its vast beauty and culture. If you happen to find yourself in the Highlands, a trip to Edinburgh is a must and one for the books! Happy Travels!