After the long weekend, it was up early again on Tuesday to catch the Tuesday 7.55 Easyjet flight to Edinburgh. Flight left on time and arrived on time to a beautifully sunny Scottish day.
After work booked into the hotel, prices now down because the festival had ended. The streets were a lot quieter than the week before. Had a quiet pint of IPA in a pub listening to a Scottish folk band from Glasgow while waiting for a table to become vacant at the Petit Paris. I’m sure I saw the band last week in the Rose and Crown on Rose Street.
Back at the Petit Paris I sat in the basement. Had their Terrine for starter, followed by the delicious lamb fillet. Got talking to the occupant from my neighbouring table, who was a dark wild haired girl, Phoenix, up from London for the Fringe. She had been singing her own peace songs on the Royal Mile. Seemed to belong to a campaign group who were trying to install a new ministry into government called the ministry of peace.
I was back to bed at the relatively early time of midnight.