precious moments.
After Linlithgow, we hoped another train to Stirling castle, where my favorite part was unfortunately closed, sort of. I still ran back to the gardens for a moment before we had to hop on the coach and grabbed a few pictures
On the train ride back to Edinburgh, our table (Kerry, Alex, Katie and myself) all drifted into a coma-like sleep state, slack jawed and snoring. I do wish I had a picture to document that moment.
Later on that evening on the Mile, we stumbled upon some sort of strange step-dance crew in Huntington Square while on our way into the Tron. They were all dressed in street clothes/old band uniforms. Four were tap dancing to their other members music playing behind them. The ensemble included a tuba, snare drum, trumpet and a sort of rapping vocalist. They were very exciting and contemporary, interacting with the crowd.
While eating dinner at the Tron, we got sucked into the track events of the Olympics and listened to some classic hits of the 80s, 90s, and today. I recall hearing some Barenaked Ladies and some Wham! Classics. While we were enjoying our meal we witnessed a public fight in Huntington Square. It ended as quickly as it started when the police swarmed in out of nowhere to break it up. The excitement never ends on the Mile.
While we were walking back into Pollock Halls that night we were fortunate enough to hear a little bit of live music leaking out of the bowling club across the street, someone breaking it down to "Stupid Cupid."
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