Breathtakingly beautiful Anglican churches abound. Some, like Glasgow Cathedral, date from medieval times. Nothing beats the light inside a church that passes through stained glass windows. On a hill overlooking the church, the Necropolis mimics the city skyline. You are instructed not to walk between the headstones. Not so much out of reverence to the dead, but because many of the headstones are falling over (and, quite possibly, on your head).
Near the river Clyde, modern architecture radiantly gleams in reluctant sunshine. It rains a lot here. The moss on the statues, buildings, even gravestones, is evident of this. But, faded facades on Glasgow's gritty streets come alive in late afternoon sun. Quaint pubs and bars revel with tradition. Last night's vomit (not ours) clings to the pavement.
Haggis [how's that for a transition]. Check. But with an asterisk. I didn't go whole hog, or sheep, as the case may be. Instead, I had chicken breast stuffed with haggis. So, I missed out on the "neeps and tatties" but did have haggis nonetheless. The haggis was heavily seasoned with pepper; still, it tasted like turkey giblets. TJ even tried it. Though, he opted for fish and chips. And, we both threw back a few pints of ale. When in Rome...
At times, understanding the accent was difficult. On the cab ride to the airport, the driver attempted to engage us in conversation. His accent was quite heavy. We responded to questions that weren't asked. He eventually stopped asking us questions. Mind the gap, indeed.
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