Our first evening, we were ravenous after a half-day of traveling and discovered, thanks to the hostel staff, the Royal Mile Tavern. I mentioned my haggis addiction in the last post, and here we had the best of the best. The dish included haggis-stuffed chicken, mashed potatoes, and "vegetables" (more potatoes).
The Royal Mile itself is a street we got to know very well during our days in Edinburgh. It stretches from the Edinburgh Castle to the Holyrood Palace, filled with shops, restaurants, and touristy sites of the Old Town. Our first project was a walking tour of this area; Edinburgh has quite the gruesome history of punishment and torture. One of my favorite stories included the Mercat (the old Scottish word for "market") Cross, next to St. Giles Kirk (the cathedral). There, those convicted of crimes were often nailed to the Cross itself by the ear as punishment...but it was also the place where official proclamations were made. Long ago, it took about three days for news to travel by horse to Edinburgh from, say, England; today, they ridiculously keep the "three-day wait period" tradition, despite living in the 21st century with internet access. So on July 25, 2013, three days after the birth of Prince George of Cambridge, three days after everyone had already heard about it on Twitter...Edinburgh was officially informed by messenger at the Mercat.
The muddy path to Thomas Riddell's grave |
Dinner chez Spoon |
Having fulfilled our Harry Potter quest unapologetically, we continued our live music search and were not disappointed to find a bar with a live band and Irish dance classes that we could watch from above - voilà.
The following day was reserved for the Edinburgh Castle, Scotland's most visited tourist attraction. And with good reason. It's located on top of a hill with gorgeous views of the sea, mountains, and Edinburgh itself. Inside are several small museums, the Scottish National War Memorial, and the famous Stone of Destiny.
Edinburgh Castle from Greyfriar's cemetery |
Don't worry, there's a happy ending: In 1996, it was officially returned to Scotland for the first time in 700 years and placed in the Edinburgh Castle.
That evening, we were ready to be spooked by a haunted tour of the vaults under South Bridge. We met our guide at around 10pm above ground; she took us on a short walk above ground before bringing us to a small one-room museum of horrendous medieval torture devices...and then it was on to the vaults. Underground, it is certainly creepy, dank, and dark. Those who had to live down there had a gruesome history. Our tour guide began by telling us that she refused to go beyond a certain point to extinguish a particular candle on her last tour of the night, so some poor guy trying to impress his girlfriend had the tough job of heading down the stairs to put it out. I didn't see any ghosts, but we left with some stories to laugh over later, when we were safely above ground.
St. Giles Kirk |
Later that afternoon, we attempted to hike up to Arthur's Seat, a location on one of seven peaks between the center of Edinburgh and the sea with a beautiful view. Well, it's probably a beautiful view; we never made it to the top. We were separated, and since Edinburgh is quite far north, the sun set much earlier than expected. Long story short, we each made it back safely in time to enjoy one last evening of live music, a singer and acoustic guitarist who brought back the best of the '90s.
After our final Scottish breakfast at our favorite diner the following morning, it was time to make the trek back to France. All went well until our train from Paris hit a wild pig (the second time this has happened to me - je te jure!) and we were delayed in the middle of nowhere for an hour and a half. Luckily, the train station in Nantes held the last train to La Roche for us and we made it home.
Mes vacances de février finished with one last highlight: one of my colleagues from last year and her family took me to my first hockey game in France: La Roche-sur-Yon vs. Caen. We won, 3-1! Though hockey isn't generally very popular in France, La Roche has a good team and just moved up a division this year. The program they gave us explained in detail the rules and penalties, and each team even had a pep band (well, a group of people who hit drums). When La Roche scored, the screen showed an animated sheep sitting on a rainbow; we weren't sure what it signified, but we cheered all the same.