To Leith

A day up town - long overdue to have a decent promenade around the shops and galleries, in your finery, as you do. And a lunch in a French restaurant of course. Black polo neck territory.
And then to Leith! By accident almost, as we missed our direct omnibus. But there was Nobles, looking most inviting. What a cracking bar it is; you know you're in a decent bar when the music is well judged (i.e. it fits MrP's definition of proper: no pap). And excellent beer too. So good we whistled up the rooftop photographer who arrived tout de suite for a fine chinwag. And another pint. Or two.