(Sorry, I cheated a bit. This picture is actually from the last time I was in Edinburgh, in 2008. There were people sitting at the table in front of this window today, and I thought it would be awkward to lean over all of them to take a picture).
The other adventure involved... wait for it... the national dish of Scotland, known as haggis. Yes, I have officially eaten haggis, and I must say, it's not as bad as I was expecting (Of course the bottle of pear cider i had alongside it probably didn't hurt). It is traditionally served with neeps (turnips) and tatties (potatoes) and reminded me of the filling of a French meat pie when I forced myself to forget what it actually is.
Looks pretty tame, right? Not exactly what I was expecting - I thought they not only cooked the meat but also served it in the intestine, so this was a bit of a pleasant surprise.
However, the lovely Esther, my fellow Wellesley woman and parter in these adventures was not a fan. Between the two of us, we only got through about this much:
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