Edinburgh is Magical

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Earlier in the day the Royal Mile had been inundated with throngs of tourists, walking the stretch of road from Edinburgh Castle to Holyrood Palace. Now the streets were empty. Dawn was beginning to break, but it was only three am. The night was not yet over.

I trekked up the road, making a slow pilgrimage from the bar in which I had spent the better hours of the night, to my hostel bed. As I walked, I marvelled at the beauty of this silent city, which somehow seemed even more captivating in the wee hours of the morning, than earlier that day in the soft, summer light.

Edinburgh is magical. It is a city that is tasked with living up to an incredible hype. Every single person I knew who had been there, had loved it. Rightly so. Edinburgh deserves all the praise it receives, and more.

During my time there, I tried to figure out exactly what it was that made this city so darn enjoyable. I knew for me, it was the culmination of several things. It was the people I had met. It was the nostalgia that the birthplace of Harry Potter whipped up inside of me. It was the fact that this is a city that has been preserved in its natural state, not ruined by the architectural fantasies of a concrete wielding fanatic. It was a completely intangible feeling – a vibe in the air. In the melting pot, these elements combined to create a magical couple of days, two of the best I have ever had whilst travelling.

Sometimes you journey to a city, or a country and all the pieces just fall into place. For me, it happened in Austin. It happened in Reykjavik. And it happened in Edinburgh.

I am not going to instruct you to go to Edinburgh to roam grounds of the Castle. To sit, drinking tea in the Elephant House cafe, where JK Rowling put pen to paper and brought the world’s most beloved fictional character to life. To catch a comedy show at The Stand, or eat Haggis for the first time in the form of deep fried balls. To peer through the bars of Holyrood Palace, trying to catch a glimpse of the Duke and Duchess of Rothesay, all while pondering upon the point of the monarchy in the 21st Century. To go on your own slapdash whisky drinking tour of the local pubs. You should do all these things. But it is not wholly necessary.

What I do recommend, is that you walk the streets by night. Preferably when the light from the dawn of a new day is beginning to spill upon this wonderful city. I promise you, that you will feel the magic too.

Have you been to Edinburgh? Are you heading there? Here are some ideas for what you too can get up to for 3 days in Edinburgh.

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Ashley - July 15, 2016

I love this post, and can resonate with every word wholly. Especially the last paragraph – there truly is nothing better.

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    LC - July 15, 2016

    It’s a great city. I’m glad you’re enjoying your time there so much (little bit envious too, hehe).

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