Lurking

I wandered around Quartermile in the snow this morning (on my way to the Dental Institute - where I was told that I need to have a wisdom tooth extracted, yikes). It's a funny place, QM, as the developers like to call it, a hodge-podge of austere Victorian public architecture (i.e. the infrastructure of the old Edinburgh Infirmary) interspersed with bland towers of modernity. Claustrophobic and confusing and yet, and yet... strangely endearing.