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Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Let is snow, let it snow,let it snow! Well, it had to come at some point. Here, just before I dived into the depths of Waverley Station on the way to Ayr, I was able to snap some of the oldest skyscrapers in the world with the top of St Giles' Cathedral pushing in form behind. These interlocked buildings are the last part of the Old Town before the sweep down into Princes Street Gardens (once the city's communal sewer, now a minigolf and place where world class acts play their toons at Hogmany, 31 December) and the climb back up to where I am standing - Princes Street and the beginning of the New Town.

These buildings are about 13 floors high, and although most of the floors are visible here many are hidden from view depending on from which street you enter the building. From the Royal Mile, behind these buildings, you can only see about 7 floors. If you were to go into Mary King's Close you would, in fact, be under all of these buildings. It's an entire street (well, three streets called 'Closes') that was filled up during the Plague. With everyone inside it. Everyone that is, but for a girl who was playing down in the murky sewer waters of the Loch (now Princes Street Gardens). Apparently, and I can kind of vouch for this, you can feel her presence when you go down Mary King's Close now. You, too, can visit it with the City Cooncil.


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