After a lovely stop for lunch at Canonsgate Arms, we walked (trekked, as it turned out) to the Royal Botanical Gardens. The walk was through a very cool part of town.
When we reached the gardens themselves, I asked a very helpful man named Neil if there was anything in particular I should see regarding Robert Fortune. Since reading
FOR ALL THE TEA IN CHINA by Sarah Rose, I've become a bit of a groupie for Mr. Fortune. He was from Edinburgh originally, but they said there wasn't anything dedicated to him here.
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| An incredibly large plant fossil |
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| Dozens of pepper plants, or various capsasin content |
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| Gorgeous architecture |
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| These "lily pads" were at least 4 feet across. |
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| The "desert" hothouse |
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| A view from outside |
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| Yay! I found him. One of the plants he "hunted" and names. |
With sore feet, we began the journey back to town.
We took a breather and enjoyed some cider at Jekyll & Hyde. Writer Robert Louis Stevenson is another of Edinburgh's famous sons.
We enjoyed a delicious dinner at Wedgewood's, then took a different route back to our B&B past Greyfriars Kirkyard, home of the famous Greyfriars Bobby.
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| Grammarian! My hero! |
It seems a bit redundant to compare a theatre to an asylum, but there you have it.
