We recently moved from a small town in the countryside to Edinburgh, and my associations with the city, and city life are alluring. Finally, I’m back in the bustle! Already, though, I’ve started hearing what people say about Glasgow: “Glasgow! West is best! Edinburgh’s full of English people!” (The fish and chip man, in our previous town). “Glasgow people can come off as a bit rough and abrupt at first, but in the end the only thing that matters is whether you’re a good guy” (Teacher living in Edinburgh). ‘“People in Edinburgh are good at being civil without necessarily being really friendly, and in Glasgow they’re friendly without necessarily being civil… It’s a place where foul language becomes terms of endearment’” (Baseball teammate, quoting a comedian). Intriguing as these reports sound, and I can’t deny waxing wistful here, I suspect this sign in Glasgow’s unglamorous East End was for me, saying I need to be somewhat more settled than I feel, and nearly twenty address changes in a decade is already a lot.
By the time we arrived, the market was over. I thought it looked like another time, or place.
"Sans toi, les émotions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d'autrefois."
Windows being cleaned at work - a very rare occurrence
First time on the airport shuttle. "We are now approaching George Square." Feels like being on the Glasgow tour bus.
Surrounded by friends (who are colleagues) ... eating & sharing al fresco in Glasgow City Centre.
The Internship - don't really know if I liked it that much. The Google story was the only redeeming feature.