got back from the great city of edinburgh last night and frankly, i can’t stop thinkin’ about the haggis. the great scottish poet, rabbie burns, felt the same way. he even wrote a poem about it. the scottish national dish reminds me a lot of the delicious greek Easter soup, magheritza, but in solid (well maybe semi-solid) form. i had the haggis with the tatties and neeps (that’s potatoes and turnips) at a pub called the last drop. the pub got its name not from liquid refreshments but from the fact that it’s a stone’s throw from the part of grassmarket square where they held the public hangings in the 17th and 18th centuries. the precise point on which the gallows stood is marked with a St. Andrew’s cross and the inscription, “for the Protestant faith, on this spot many martyrs and covenanters died.” getting back to the haggis…one thing i want explained: there’s a vegetarian version. how can it be haggis and vegetarian?
the above panoramic shot of the “athens of the north” is a view from its famous castle. this is looking north towards the firth of forth. the park you see below was at one time filled with water and served as a moat to protect the castle from attackers. princes is the main shopping street running east-west. this photo was spliced together from four separate digital photos. click on it for a larger version.