On a flying visit to Edinburgh today I noticed that Paris’s Post-it wars seem to have spread across the channel. Picked out in bright yellow squares in an office window on Princes Street – right above the corner where the mendicant piper (as Huttonian always used to call him) plys his trade – were the despairing words
Oi! Piper! Shhhh!*
The piper, of course, wasn’t taking a blind bit of notice. When your instrument doubles as a weapon of war, it takes more than stationery to stop you…
* Picture, you say? Well I tried to take a picture on my phone and it didn’t really come out and I assumed it would be on flickr somewhere already but I couldn’t find it. So you’ll just have to believe me…
You came to Edinburgh, but didn’t say hello?
I know, as I said on Twitter it was a brief visit! But I’ll do better next time…
I’ve been to Ediburgh twice, never heard nor saw either a piper, his instrument or weapon of war, not even a kilted fellow.
Well you can’t miss them in Edinburgh at the moment – there’s one right outside Waverley most of the time