Here was our hotel room at the Mingalar guest house.
Here is B pretending to be drunk in front of the Whisky museum. (We did not actually go in.)
We took a walking tour of the downtown, where I took this picture.
B was amused that in the men's bathroom at some random pub we were in, you could buy an inflatable sheep from the condom machine.
This is one of the 10 bajillion monuments to Sir Walter Scott in Scotland. One of the reasons why he is so beloved, I learned, was that he led the group that re-discovered the Scottish crown jewels. It seems that when Oliver Cromwell invaded Scotland in 1650, the Scottish King took elaborate precautions to hide them, because Cromwell had already destroyed the English crown jewels. So the king first sent them to Dunnottar castle, which was then surrounded and they had to be snuck out secretly; how exactly that happened is a matter of dispute. Then they were hidden in a church for 9 years. After the Restoration they were returned to Edinburgh castle, where in 1707 they were padlocked in a box, which was then placed in a room that was bricked over, for fear they may be lost again. After about 100 years the Scottish people had forgotten all this and began to speculate that they had been lost forever. So, Scott led a group that broke down the bricked walls and broke open the box to find them again. 
At Holyrood house, the Edinburgh home of the royal family, there are the ruins of an old cathedral out back.
Behind there are the gardens; the queen had some plants in her gardens that I had never seen before. This was an unusual type of rhododendron.
The queen also has views of the hills in the distance. Serious Scottish walkers were out for their afternoon trek up these hills.
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AH, I love that town.
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