![]() However, I could not have imagined the wealth of characters he has brought to life to people these old streets. Not the dreamily romantic image we see on shortbread tins, but a harshly realistic picture of old Edinburgh where chamber pots are emptied out of windows, and taverns are dark drinking dens. ![]() What a pleasure it was, therefore, to start reading Stuart Laing’s ‘A Pound Of Flesh’ and find ‘Auld Reekie’ recreated just as I would have imagined it. The noise, the bustle, the smells of seventy thousand people, high and low born, all living cheek by jowl in Scotland’s ancient capital. ![]() I’ve spent many an evening wandering the closes and wynds of Edinburgh’s Royal Mile, trying to imagine what it would have been like in days gone by. ![]()
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