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January 17, 2005
Edinburgh
True to form, it was raining when I got off the train. Edinburgh is famed for its rain, and if it isn't, it should be. It rains here like nowhere else; fat drops of water, film noir style, hitting the pavement with a loud spack. Every time it rains here, I expect to see Humphrey Bogart getting a kicking when I walk past the entrance to an alley, or shadowy figures conspiring in doorways. When it rains, Edinburgh pretends to be so much more than it is.
Posted by jonny at January 17, 2005 04:53 PM
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