Edimbourg Nord

Up town via some shopping for new denim jeans. Timeless, aren’t they. Aren’t they?
Then a meet up with our ever welcoming money advisor man, who’s in good fettle, installed in his new offices with their vast vistas. Much interesting chat before we pulled on our frock coats and stepped out round the square to a delightful French eatery overlooking the corner of Alva St. And there we did stay while Friday afternoon winged its way past. Though actually, on the way out we discovered that the downstairs has a little bar with stools. And an engaging French barman and a selection of bottled beers. Would be a shame to rush, when there’s so much still to discuss. Did you see my photos of Oz?