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Catching Up, pt. 1: Edinburgh

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I’m sitting on a tiny two-foot-wide balcony over a side street in the resort town of La Baule, France, and if I lean dangerously over the flower box I can just see a bit of the Atlantic through the trees down the lane, past the heads of the stylish French tourists and their even more stylish dogs. It’s beautifully sunny but cool enough that we used the spot I’m sitting in as an open-air fridge last night for a chunk of Petit Breton and €0.67 worth of grocery store paté. But I’m not going to talk about any of that, because due to a mix of being tired and constantly panicked at the fact that no one around me would have any idea what I was saying if I suddenly shouted, “Help! My wife has fallen down a manhole!” I’m now a good two weeks behind on updating this thing. So the next couple of posts are going to be long attempts at getting caught up, starting with our 36 hours in Edinburgh.

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My First Haggis

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My First Haggis

At the Bank Bar, Edinburgh. The white and yellow lumps are potatoes and turnips, respectively, and the discs are wheat biscuits. Yes, it was good. It was served as shown but, as with everything in life, I assume it was scooped out of a sheep’s stomach.