Princes Street Gardens

Evening walkers in Princes Street Gardens.

There was time to be killed, not much, but just enough, half an hour or so. The sun was still up, and the air was warm. It had just stopped raining a while ago, the air was clear, and, thanks to the volcano, the sky was clear and silent as well. I had my book. Princes Street Gardens are just perfect. Right in the middle of the city, but in a dip (they used to be the moat), so they are quiet, but with the trains passing through, they are lively. And so much colour, and so much space. Just perfect.

A view of the castle from my bench.

The benches were still wet, but I didn't mind so much. Perhaps I'm becoming Northernised. Until the sun hid behind the buildings and it got cold, I sat, read and watched, and all was good.

Busy evening.