killing time

I was a bit early for my 12 noon meeting in Edinburgh, so I stopped for a coffee on the way.

A place I haven't been in since it became "independent" after several years as one of those Luxembourg "based" international coffee chains. Noir I think it's called now - on the corner of Palmerston Place and Atholl Place.

It turned out to be the best cappuccino I've had in ages (maybe I was just needing it, of course).  

The meeting went well and I got a very edible burger to go with it - The Huxley on Rutland Street (used to be the Rutland Hotel).

Tired now. Too much gallivanting about in the Big City.