Today we visited the National Museum of Scotland. It is quite an impressive museum. Marilyn was particularly interested in the Scottish history and it delivered. But, on the way there…
Digging for gold in the streets?
What better place to buy a Celtic harp?
The highs and lows in this city are impressive as are the railings.
In front of the museum is ”our” ancestor (well, maybe)
These should be self-explanatory.Another amazing museum.
Inside the National Museum of Scotland has too many exhibits to see in one day (or even several days) so we concentrated on history, much of which was mostly for reading, not photographing. However, a few things were photo-worthy.
The strings of the Virginal were actually plucked rather than struck like a piano.
The Clarsach or Highland harp represents one of the oldest Scottish musical traditions.
How’s this for a communion table. It actually folds up to allow seating in the pew.
After the museum, we walked to and then climbed Calton Hill (see the next post). This was one of the days we walked more than 14,000 steps, many uphill!
By tradition, touching Bobby’s nose is good luck. I’ll second that! Here’s the story on that little dog. Prepare to cry.
Another fancy rail.
Remember the blue ”Bobby” station? Here’s one done up for coffee. The Scottish are frugal, even to their use of space.
