Victoria Street-The Grande Dame of Edinburgh’s Old Town

I have a girl crush.  Her name is Victoria.

I mean how was I not to fall for her?  She is everything  that makes me happy.  She’s sophisticated, unpretentious, cheerful, elegant, vibrant, charming, and just the sight of her causes my heart to beat a little faster.  Simply put, she’s beautiful.  I think it might be love.20170929_081248All right, I’m just being silly.  A girl can have a little fun on a Friday morning, right?  Seriously, though, I do love Edinburgh’s Victoria Street.  In my first pre-trip research, I had seen plenty of pictures in my guide books and on the internet.  But it wasn’t until we actually rounded the corner from Old Town’s George IV Bridge and I caught sight of old Victoria that I realized what a lady she really is.

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Follow the Cobblestone Road-Part 2 (Grassmarket)

Reader, I’m glad you are back!  I am so enjoying writing this blog. Writing is such a fun hobby for me and I feel privileged that you indulge me in sharing something I love.  I hope you are having fun as well, learning a little bit about Scotland.  Thanks for popping by!

A few days ago I gave an introduction to Edinburgh’s Grassmarket by telling you a story of one of the most famed individuals to ever be associated with this area. Raise your hand if you remember her name.  I’m kidding.

Her name was Maggie Dickson, i.e. Half-Hangit Maggie (see previous blog post) and I’m sorry to say, she was not the only one who faced her mortality on those gallows.

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Half-Hangit Maggie

Pull up a chair and let me tell you a story about a woman named Maggie.  Maggie Dickson, that is.  Or as history remembers her, Half-Hangit Maggie.

Maggie Dickson was born in Musselburgh, Scotland in the very early part of the 18th century.  For reasons that are unclear, her husband left her, and she was forced to look for work elsewhere. Fortunately, as good luck would have it, she was able to find work at an inn in Kelso located in the Scottish Borders.

Things were humming along quite nicely until Maggie became involved with the innkeeper’s son.  And, well, you can probably imagine what happened next.  Yep.  Maggie became preggers.

Not wanting to jeopardize her job, she made the decision to conceal her baby bump.  The months ticked by and sadly, her baby was born premature and died.  Still trying to conceal the pregnancy, Maggie decided to place the little body in the nearby River Tweed.  She couldn’t go through with it, though, and chose instead to leave the baby on the bank of the river where, of course, it was discovered.  Maggie’s secret was uncovered and she was arrested for concealing her pregnancy.  It’s likely that she was also accused of killing the child, but accounts of the story differ.

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I Heart Edinburgh

You have probably heard it said that it’s not about the destination but the journey. The Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson once said, “For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.”  I like your point, RLS!  But if your destination is Edinburgh, Scotland, then I want to submit to you that your journey has only just begun.

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Edinburgh, Scotland

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