One of the dope features of my misplaced hotel was that it was central to an uncentral neighborhood, Stockbridge. It was seriously the cutest and the concierge pointed me to all the hot spots.

And doors. so many cute doors. If you don’t like doors, just stop right now.

Also, very creepy parks.

And subterranean Mexican restos.

And very cute book shops.

And I-didn’t-know-this-existed…haggis shops.

And summer fruits.

And two of my favorite things under one roof.

And very old pubs.

And a windy river cutting the whole thing in half.

And rose outside for optimal people watching.

Truly, this neighborhood was charming and felt local – a nice contradiction to the old and new towns of Edinburgh. I highly suggest you check it out for yourself.


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