Edinburgh is a multicultural city, a cosmopolis, one of the great European capitols. I often pause around three o’clock on a clear day to catch the sun paint the minaret of the Central Mosque across Potterrow from George Square in brilliant amber and warm beige (and later, I might head to their kitchen for £5 curry). FriendsContinue reading “Edinburgh’s Christmas (or, how I finally found out what a ‘Hot Toddy’ actually means)”
