Living out of a suitcase

This person is nearly a feature of Princes Street. For the last few weeks she's been sitting on Princes Street every night I go home, but not begging (as many of the other beggers of Edinburgh do). She is just sitting there with her suitcase and is nearly always asleep. Tonight was no different.

Its also one of those bizarre situations where you want to go ask them if they are OK, but don't for fear of them lashing back at you in some tirade of Special Brew anger.