Edinburgh from Salisbury Crags.
I wrote this mournful essay ‘EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND’ for ‘Everywhere is the New New York’ and posted the whole thing over here if you’d like to read it. A taste:
It’s cold and the sky lips the hill of Arthur’s Seat. The commuters walk down the blue and red North Bridge from the high-leaning higgledy of the Old Town over to eighteenth century New Town. The Crags and the Seat overlook them, leaning back in their mist. The commuters keep their hands in their pockets, their scarves neatly tucked at their throats.
Beautiful. Go read this.