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The glorious architecture of Edinburgh

From York we took a wonderful high speed train for 2-1/2 hours to reach the Scottish capital. Edinburgh is a truly captivating place — a city that looks like no other. Immediately upon arrival we were drawn to its magic, which is a combination of several things.

First of all, the architecture. The city center is just packed with monumental buildings, spanning centuries of Scottish history. Medieval masterpieces live alongside Georgian splendor. Yet it’s all united by a peculiar and romantically dark coloring. This patina derives from the unique local Craigleith sandstone, exaggerated by centuries of soot and weathering.

The grand staircase leading to our room at the Virgin Hotel

A super cool corridor leading to reception

And then there is the natural setting. Edinburgh castle sits upon a hilltop, with much of the city center descending down the Royal Mile toward the Firth of Forth below. Nearby rocky crags create extra drama. The one known as Arthur’s Seat draws hikers up above the town for splendid views of the city and the Firth of Forth.

On top of all this, layer in the drama of moody and constantly changing weather. Rain comes and goes. Heavy cloud cover moves in and out at will. The sun is nowhere to be seen, then suddenly comes streaking in through the dissipating clouds.

And finally there is an almost spiritual layer of Scottishness over all of this. The fiercely independent Scottish identity shows itself proudly in the monuments to its poets and leaders, the blue and white banners fluttering everywhere, and the ubiquitous, mournful sound of bagpipes.

This glorious city offers an endless supply of historical sites and activities, though we didn’t feel compelled to churn through them. We did climb to the top of Arthur’s Seat. And we toured St. Giles’ Cathedral and then went back for a classical music concert. And we thoroughly enjoyed a visit to the Scottish National Portrait Gallery, where we saw the portrait of our friend Thea Musgrave, a Scottish-born composer who lives in New York. Other portraits do an amazing job of telling the story of Scotland through the personalties of its greatest leaders.

Beyond those things, we did little more for three days than just soak up the glory of this beautiful and distinctive place. We are excited to head to the highlands next as we dig deeper into a 15-day adventure in Scotland.

Seconds after our train crossed the border into Scotland the view became ever so pastoral

A special highlight was breakfast with our friend Sally Cade Holmes, who recently relocated from New York City to Edinburgh, though as a theater producer she’ll keep spending lots of time in New York, London, L.A., etc.

Hiking up to Arthur’s Seat

Reaching a height with a commanding view of the Firth of Forth

Selfie time

The sun shines for a moment over St. Giles’ Cathedral

The magnificent medieval interior of St. Giles’

The spot in St. Giles’ where Queen Elizabeth II lay in state on her final trip from Balmoral to London

A lovely concert of piano trios by Beethoven and Schubert

The beautiful entrance to the Scottish National Portrait Gallery

Excited to find Thea!

We were crazy about this huge portrait of Scottish actress Tilda Swinton. Her right foot is on a stack of movie scripts she’s done. She’s sitting on the ones she has rejected.

This reimagination of American Gothic features Mike and Sheila Forbes, who spent a decade fighting Donald Trump’s efforts to force them off their farm to make way for his golf course. They still have their 23-acre farm, and Mike says Trump can “take his money and shove it up his arse.”

We loved the Virgin Hotel Edinburgh, in a stunning refurbished building just around the corner from colorful Victoria Street

The lively and colorful Victoria Street, believed to have inspired Diagon Alley in the Harry Potter stories

We met Mandy and Helen at the Virgin Hotel bar and loved them

Jim and Mandy share a toast

We discovered an Indian restaurant called Dishoom in Cambridge and went there twice. They are scattered around the country, so we were excited to find this one in Edinburgh. The food, atmosphere, and service, are incredible. We’re mildly devastated that we won’t encounter another one until we get to Oxford very late in this trip.

I was here 33 years ago but did not remember at all the Scottish Parliament buildings. Oh, right, because they were built since then.

Scotland loves its writers, and this Victorian Gothic monument to Sir Walter Scott is the world’s largest tribute to a poet

Another view of Sir Walter Scott. Also caught an airplane!

The stunning dark monumental buildings along the Royal Mile

When things turn grey

And it all changes when the rain starts up

Even moodier

Lincoln Cathedral dominates this town

I love a great English cathedral town, and we’ll be visiting several of them on this journey. I booked a stop here in Lincoln for two good reasons: 1) it’s reasonably on our trajectory up the East side of England toward Scotland; and 2) the town is dominated by a huge medieval cathedral. So here we landed for a couple nights.

What I didn’t realize when I put Lincoln on our map is that 1) it’s kind of a smallish town; and 2) it’s off the American tourist route.

It turns out there are places Americans go and places they don’t. Our previous stops have all seemed flooded with American tourists. In hotels and restaurants it seems like half the voices you hear have American accents. Not so here in Lincoln. Sitting at breakfast you hear all English accents of one sort or another. One woman here just used the word “bloody” twice in one sentence.

On our first evening, two college age lads were sitting at the table next to us, and they seemed to take some interest in us. Finally, they asked where we were from, admitting that they were just baffled as to where our very exotic sounding accents could be from. We enjoyed quite a bit of conversation. Just as we are Midwesterners who made our way to the big city of New York (which they are fascinated by), they are from the Midlands, contemplating a path to better places.

Turns out they are brothers from the very industrial town of Derby, famed for making cars, including Rolls Royces. Fergus, 26, has managed to move up a bit, landing in Lincoln, where he is doing a PhD in neurosciences. Malachy, 20, is still back in Derby — and dreams of going to New York some day.

Fun dinner conversation with Malachy and Fergus

A view from the lower town toward the upper town and cathedral — before the road gets steeper and steeper

An elegant gateway just before the roads starts to really climb

The actual road name gets right to the point

Tantalizing views of what’s at the top of this monster hill

The features that really stand out in this surprisingly small-feeling town: 1) the 12th century cathedral that just dominates the place, hulking over the town from every angle; 2) the huge 11th century Lincoln Castle, built under orders from William the Conqueror; and 3) the incredibly steep road that gets you from the train station up to the town.

Now we’re set to climb back down that crazy steep road to catch the train to our next stop, which is York. I was in York with my parents 33 years ago and loved it. York, too, has a huge cathedral. But, as Fergus and Malachy insisted, we’re going to really love it because it’s a real town!

Did I mention that the cathedral dominates the town? That would include the view from our room!

An interior shot of Lincoln Cathedral

The cathedral is so huge that the services take place inside this large but comparatively intimate choir area

Inside the roof of the cathedral

Details from the roof

Lincoln Castle from the cathedral roof

One feature of Lincoln Castle is a Victorian era prison. Prisoners had private cells because the jailers believed that they were more likely to reform if they were kept from each other’s wicked influence. They would also bring the prisoners to services in this chapel, with little stalls built so they could see the preacher — but not each other.

The prison had a special exhibit about record album covers. You could sit in various prison cells and look at old album covers while they played the music for you. Very weird.

On a somewhat more sophisticated level, the prison also displayed one of the four existing original copies of Magna Carta from 1215

These people have the right attitude

Glorious views of architecture representing several centuries from lunch at a great tapas place

The dining choices here were limited enough that we went right back to the same tapas place for dinner

It was a good idea to change the name of this club

The imposing gothic towers of Canterbury Cathedral rise above the lovely town

Stunning stained glass windows

Somewhat more contemporary windows

Our first stop outside the capital was a two-night stay in Canterbury, an easy one-hour train ride from London’s St. Pancras station. This ambitious stay also included a day trip to Dover to hike along its famous White Cliffs.

Canterbury is a lovely town that is packed with English history. Its soaring cathedral is the spiritual center of the Anglican Church. Its walls have witnessed 1,400 years of tumult, including the infamous murder of Archbishop Thomas Becket in 1170. Becket’s grave then drew centuries of pilgrims until Henry VIII’s war on Catholicism led to its destruction.

This is also the setting for Geoffrey Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, perhaps the first masterpiece of modern English literature. Characters and themes from these stories appear in shop and restaurant names everywhere in this picturesque town.

As the most popular tourist spot in Southeastern England, Canterbury is bustling with energy, yet you are always just steps from calming riverside parks. The Great Stour is a river that breaks into a couple little branches in town on its way to the North Sea. They feel more like creeks, lined with pretty parks and colorful gardens.

The glorious nave of today’s cathedral hails from the 14th century

Jim tours the choir

Henry IV is the only monarch buried in Canterbury Cathedral, along with Queen Joan. He tried hard to associate himself with the holiness of Thomas Becket to legitimize himself after usurping the throne from Richard II.

Also resting here is Edward the Black Prince. A model of chivalry, he was supposed to succeed his father Edward III, but his untimely death left the throne instead to his unworthy and tyrannical 10-year old son Richard II.

The River Stour just below the medieval gateway to the city

Exploring the beautiful riverside parks

A heavenly dinner at a tapas place

Another quick hop on the train took us 30 minutes to Dover, the gateway to the European mainland, just 20 miles across the English Channel from Calais, France. As such, the place is loaded up with fortifications, going back to Roman times. Towering over the town and the huge port is the massive medieval Dover Castle, considered by some to be England’s largest castle.

After spending part of the morning touring the castle we grabbed a quick lunch and set off to explore the White Cliffs that stretch for miles from the bustling harbor. The weather bounced around from warm and lovely to cold and rainy, adding its own drama to the singular beauty of the place.

We packed an awful lot into this two-night stop. From here we’ll head pretty much straight north through Eastern England, making stops in Cambridge, Lincoln, and York, before heading into Scotland. Let’s hope our stay in Cambridge is a tad more relaxing than this one!

Exploring Dover Castle, high above the town

Looking out from the castle, across the English Channel to France

No matter how gloomy the weather would get, you could always spot Jim pretty easily

The Anglo-Saxon church of St. Mary in Castro built around 1000 AD. To its right is a Roman lighthouse, dating to 130 AD, considered the oldest standing building in England. At some point it was converted into a bell tower for the church.

An elaborate old lock on the church door

Hiking from the harbor onto the White Cliffs

Views of the gorgeous cliffs

The spectacular landscape

The landscape atop the cliffs

Me taking a break atop the cliffs

The weather didn’t always entirely cooperate

Exhausted from a long day of travel, touring, and hiking, we had 45 minutes to kill before our train back to Canterbury. We were looking for a place to get some water, but then spied this table at a wine bar just as the sun was coming back out. So we sat down for our water — and a nice refreshing rosé.

Back in Canterbury, a fun (if misleading) sign