One Week Before the Tropics: Sunday

In one week, I will fly back home to the country with thousand suns. Winter, meanwhile, is approaching here in Edinburgh. I already forgot how cold Scotland could be. I had packed my winter jackets and boots aside, but alas, I reached in and took them out. On Sunday, I strolled around my favorite path to Stockbridge. This is a lovely and charming alley with houses, except they feel like a back alley (or is it?). The yellow car and few pastel houses gives a hint that there are the front porches. Near to this alley, there is a street with independent galleries and vintage shops, also a male specialty grooming boutique (thank you capitalism for enlarging your market to bearded metro lumberjack who needs frequent aloe vera treatment, for pressuring them to groom, equal pressure for all genders. Amen). Emerging from this alley, you will emerge to the "main street" where the Stockbridge Sunday market is. However, the small stores, cafes, cheesemongers, bakeries, and arrays of charity shops on the street is also a pleasure for the wanderers.