In the evening when we arrived in our house. My father, who felt a minute ago, felt like traveling-we made a long journey from Mumbai to London on the same day-and the check-in on the table to quickly review the city scene spread the map given to us. Then he is a pen from his backpack and a penny from his backpack and a small paper pieces of pieces of pie A chip from the block, and I also did my homework, listed the fascinating roads, museums and architectural surprises to encourage my internal artist.
When we look at the spots on the map, we notice that most of the fishery-pattern medieval old city winds (lane) and its striking grid pattern and sweep squares are clustered in the new city. My father may be in the early 60s but his instability matches a child. After spending 36 years with him, I have mastered the process of dealing strategically. “Although somewhat hill, Edinburgh looks quite compact and walking,” I say, the rushing between the taxis and the outside vs. both sides indicate my choice to explore at ease.
The next morning, we wake up in the sunshine and blue sky. I fill in my Toto with snacks and nuts-my father has a food like a priority list-a sketchpad, watercolor kit and other essential things I need to survive 48 hours of spectacular space marathon.