Scotland, Day Six – Edinburgh, Day Two

Thursday, May 30

We were on the last leg of our trip and since the Scottish National Gallery was my only must-see, it was nice to slow down and just wander. We took a couple of bus sightseeing tours and wished we’d done that in other cities. They can be a bit touristy but it’s an affordable way to get a quick overview of a new city – plus, you have to sit down the whole time.

The days are so long this far north in the spring. I woke up at just before 4 AM and looked out to see the sunrise.

Edinburgh Sunrise

We got up a few hours later and took a walk after breakfast. Edinburgh Castle is even more imposing than Stirling.

Edinburgh Castle

Edinburgh Looms

We listened to a piper near the Scottish National Gallery.

Piper Busking

We were pretty museum-ed out but the National Gallery owns a few Gerard Ter Borch paintings so I couldn’t miss seeing them. And I almost never take photos in museums but A Singing Practice features the lovely shimmering satin dresses that I love so much.

A Singing Practice

As we walked around, the museum staff asked us to carry our bags either at our sides or in front of us. We wondered if they’d had issues with pickpockets. I could see why since it’s easy to get engrossed in such beautiful artwork.

The National Gallery also owns two Van Goghs. Olive Trees was painted while he was in the asylum at Saint-Remy.

Vincent van Gogh - Olive Trees - Google Art Project

Photo courtesy Wikimedia Commons

and Orchard in Blossom in the year prior.

Vincent van Gogh - Orchard in Blossom (Plum Trees) - Google Art Project

Photo courtesy Wikimedia Commons

There are interesting differences in the paintings pre- and mid-asylum: less and more movement and energy, finer and coarser brushstrokes, even thinner and thicker layers of paint. I’m sorry for the pain that led him to Saint-Remy but I think his paintings benefitted from the agitation and turmoil. Orchard seems anemic and lifeless by comparison.

They also had a series of amazing embroidered panels called The Progress of a Soul by Phoebe Anna Traquair. Each panel is about six feet tall and almost three feet wide. From left to right they are, The Entrance, The Stress, Despair, The Victory.

1 The Entrance  2 The Stress  3 The Despair  4 The Victory

Every inch within the frame is stitching.

Phoebe Anna Traquair, The Progress of a Soul, Panel 4  Phoebe Anna Traquair, The Progress of a Soul, Panel 3

We rounded out our morning of culture with a glass of wine and some tasty pasta and at Bella Italia.

The afternoon led us around Edinburgh and through the Peace Garden at St. John’s Episcopal Church. The flowers in bloom added life and color to the sober tombstones.

St Cuthbert Bluebells

St Cuthbert Columbine

St Cuthbert Poppies

St Cuthbert Allium

We had a great time on the rest of our trip and I knew we’d miss things here and there but I do wish we’d timed it differently. We were too early for one of my favorite British comedians, Bill Bailey,

Bill Bailey

and too late what looks like it would have been an entertaining ballet.

Edinburgh Ballet

It was interesting to see more mundane bits of the old city in doorways.

Old Edinburgh

We both are looking forward to our next trip to Edinburgh. I think we might start here and we could easily spend a week or two before we would be ready to move on.

We had supper at Mother India’s Café near our hotel and headed back to our room.

Up next: our last day in Edinburgh and the end of our adventure.


One thought on “Scotland, Day Six – Edinburgh, Day Two

  1. Bluetick runner/Trella

    Thanks for letting me back in to your adventure! ^_^ your flower photos were perfect, so the sun does fact, come out sometimes up there! The tapestries pretty much blew my mind. I would like to wander in the woods wearing a leopard, but only if someone makes a giant-ass tapestry of me doing it. I mean, who wouldn’t, right? 😉 Interesting differences between the two Van Gogh paintings. I actually liked the orchard one. It’s so delicate and spring-y. The Olive Trees looks so agitated and sort of creepy-crawly. Maybe knowing that he was in a state is influencing how I view the painting. What I do know, is that I wouldn’t want to suffer the way he did no matter how good it made me. I am happily mediocre and mostly sane, thank you!


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