The Wistful Crossroads
In the heart of Edinburgh‘s Old Town, where the Royal Mile tumbles like a frozen river between sandstone cliffs of tenement and tavern, there stands a crossroads so old its name has been worn smooth by six centuries of boots and carriage wheels. It has no signpost. It has no plaque. It is merely a junction where five streets converge—the Royal Mile, Cockburn Street, South Bridge,...
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