Canongate Stars and Stories
an illuminated literary walk
through Edinburgh’s Old Town
“Over the tallest decaying tenement one could look up to the Castle of dreams on the crag, and drop the glance all the way down the pinnacled crest of High Street, to the dark and deserted Palace of Holyrood. After nightfall the turreted heights wore a luminous crown, and the steep ridge up to it twinkled with myriad lights.”
The turreted heights wore a luminous crown– Eleanor Atkinson
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