My excavations from the art room, particularly in relation to a picture that elicited a response from Sotheby's, made me re-examine the picture that had excited them two years ago. The re-examination slightly alarmed me, in the sense that the watercolour had not been properly replaced in its frame, and indeed the intevening two year period had exposed rather disturbing
marks on the inside of the glass, which if left untreated, might have resulted in damage to the painting. Accordingly, I paid a visit to Bourne Fine Arts, (in the first photograph) in Dundas Street in Edinburgh, where they are currently estimating the cost of restoration and reframing. I don't expect it will be inexpensive. They may also be able to attribute it, so a bit of excitement and relief that it will last another 150 years or more. The statue of George IV at the intersection of George Street and Hanover Street had a a delightfully disrespectful seagull upon his head, but it was clearly watching me as I extracted my camera, and flew off before I could snap it.
Looking down from Hanover to the Mound, with the Royal Scottish Academy's Doric columns dressed in multicoloured cladding in recognition of the Edinburgh Festival.
Princes Street Gardens had a smattering of visitors revelling in the Scottish summer.
Our journey to the capital was by train because parking in the city is now quite difficult with the ongoing construction of the tram system, (now in its fifth year), and whilst quite possibly nearing completion, its usefulness is somewhat in question, as it has such a limited number of stops.
But the journey was made the more enjoyable by fellow travellers in front of us, a couple of older gentlemen who sat adjacent to two older ladies, and their hilarious banter, which would have given the Edinburgh Fringe Comedy a run for its money.