Welcome to Edinburgh, world capital city of Scotch and even of burlesque.
The first thing you see when you get off the plane in the airport is this giant billboard saying: Welcome to Scotland, the greatest small country in the world. If you add the fact that the main street is full of Scottish flags every two meters you can realize that these guys don't like it very much to be under the rule of the British Crown (just the opposite of Northern Ireland). It's like saying "don't you even dare to confuse us with the English, huh" in their traditional almost
incomprehensible accent.
And by the way, if you already didn't know, men just wear skirts when they're performing something, not on a regular basis on the street.
Standing infront of the bridge that crosses the train station with paper mind's second photographer in charge. (I'm the first one, and the third one took this picture). 
St. Giles Cathedral. I bet Sean Connery, famous edimburger actor, once standed where I was.
The one and only Edinburgh Castle.
Prisioners in the castle sleeped like this.
Scott Monument (the author of Rob Roy and Ivanhoe) in Scot Land.
