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...and, finally, home.
I'm sitting at the gate at Heathrow, boarding starts in 1/2 hour. What better way to kill time than updating your LJ at £1 for 10 minutes?
At the risk of recapping, since I've got no time to check the last post: Note to self: Don't leave booking Eurostar tickets until a few days before the trip. We paid €235 each, which could have been 1/3 ( Read more... ) -
Exit Paris, stage left
Monday was the day for marathon top-ten bagging. We walked to the Seine and caught the Batobus river shuttle up to the Seine, buying the all-day ticket in the (mistaken) belief that we'd take it back in the evening. The Seine is a bit of a walled ditch, but with enough views of the buildings (Notre Dame, etc.) to make it interesting. Oh, and in ( Read more... ) -
Paree!
Friday in Edinburgh, we went to the Scottish museum, which had plenty of historic artifacts and history, and tended to remind one of the nasty politics back a few hundred years (Mary Queen of Scots, etc.). This was further helped by going to John Knox' house and the Peoples Museum, on the Royal Mile. We then dragged ourselves back up to the ( Read more... ) -
Back in Edinburgh
It feels great to be home...or where it feels like it, given the whirlwind of the last few days. But first, the tale of the Marches ( Read more... ) -
Belfast
We took the train from Edinburgh to Stranraer, then the ferry from there to Belfast. The countryside getting to Stranraer was rolling with lots of sheep and few trees, stone buildings near the tracks every few miles, and intermittent views of the sea. The ferry trip was supposed to take 1 hour 40 minutes, but for some reason they only went slowly ( Read more... ) -
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Thursday we walked over to the High Street, which is also known as the Royal Mile, since it extends from Edinburgh Castle at the top end to the Queen's Palace (Holyrood) at the bottom. It's full of tourists, shops to cater to tourists, and after midafternoon, quite a few bars doing good business. We toured the castle, admiring the chapel of St ( Read more... ) -
Not-so-jetlagged in Edinburgh
It's 11AM, and we're getting ready to explore the town, hopefully to get to the castle. Ann, Fiona's mom, has been a peach, picking us up at the airport and feeding us dinner. She's got a lovely ground-floor flat, gardens front and back and lots of antique interior stuff. We'll get some pix, of course.
Heathrow was only half as bad as ( Read more... )
