Back to Edinburgh, a Retrospective Visit . . .

Still dark outside as I put the last touches on this post and get ready to publish it. I’m sitting on the couch, a wool blanket tucked over my legs as the room gradually warms — it’s cold just beyond the window, and the skim of snow that’s dusted the city’s concrete surfaces overnight makes it look colder still. Finally, a small taste of winter, quite enough for me, to be honest. 



I’ve had these paragraphs sitting in my virtual Draft pile since early December, and while my trip to Edinburgh now feels like ancient history, I decided to finish and publish it here nonetheless. Perhaps it will resonate with some of you either through your own memories of visiting that attractive northern city or through your own process of realizing and setting priorities — either for travel or for life in general. 



 I have no regrets at all about all the places I didn’t get to last month (last month, when I wrote this, but now, last year!) in Edinburgh. Not that I don’t have a list of (different) must-sees for next time.  Nor, even, that the places I visited gave me the most comprehensive view of the city possible in my five days there. But those five days were so full of exactly what this solo traveller needed that I will be drawing on memories for months, perhaps years, as a reminder of what I truly value.

Before the trip, I/d spent a few hours browsing travel websites and books, reading reader suggestions (thank you) for must-sees-and-dos in Edinburgh.  I’d jotted notes over a couple of pages in my travel journal of iconic sites, recommended restaurants, shops worth checking out. . . Most of which, given another four or five days, I likely would have visited.

Percy Wyndham Lewis’ portrait of Naomi Mitchison (1897-1999) a writer and activist for social justice and women’s rights, as seen in the Scottish National Portrait Gallery — I’m always drawn to paintings of women reading. . . .

Rather than regretting that I didn’t have those extra days, I’m tickled to discover how clearly my priorities were revealed in the absence of obligations and the presence of abundant choice.

Actually, I could be a bit clearer here, because while free from obligations in Edinburgh, there were several constraints in the reality of my jet lag and of the short winter days. Normally an early riser,  I was rarely out of bed before 10 in Edinburgh. Never got out of the house before 11. And the city is a fairly northern one, with darkness falling by 4 in the afternoon. 

Lucian Freud’s painting Two Men as seen in Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art

Still, I managed to log many kilometres walking the city’s street and another few wandering its galleries and museums and botanical garden. I peered in shop windows, even once walked through Marks & Spencer, slightly tempted by its cashmere, some narrow plaid pants (“trousers,” there, of course). I’d thought I’d shop more, had jotted down boutique names in my travel journal beforehand — several knitting shops that looked worth checking out, some fun-edgy little stores where I might pick up a scarf or necklace, bag or belt, even a skirt or top to sharpen my look back home. Turns out that temptation was easy to resist, although with a few more days next time, I’d probably yield. . .

This trip, though, I think I was so simply satisfied that I couldn’t find the Want that generally propels shopping. Not only fashion retail, but even the promising windows of the art-supplies shop next to Greyfriars Bobby, even the idea of knitting socks from artisan yarn dyed and spun in Scotland,  all the treasures my pounds sterling could have bought me appeared Surfeit, Too Much, In Excess. . .

Perhaps similarly, many of the recommended sites I’d jotted down in my travel journal while trip-planning — sites connected with Scotland’s political or literary history, for example — never did get a line drawn through them on the page. Not only because I ran out of daylight hours or because my feet were sore, but mainly because I’d already seen Enough. Not at all in a worn-out or fed-up sense of “I’ve seen enough,” but rather in the sense that I had restocked the mental or spiritual or emotional or intellectual pantry — and needed time to digest and savour. . . .

This photo and the two below are of the paper sculptures housed in a glass case in the National Library of Scotland — the glass case made it difficult to get a decent photograph, but you can sense the intricacy, I hope. Each sculpture represents a book by a Scottish writer.

And that’s as much as I wrote when I first drafted this post back in mid-December. What follows is even more retrospective, but still valid and, I hope, relevant. . . 

As it turns out, though, what I found time to do and what I enjoyed the most was a trinity of activities:

 1. Flânerie, pure and simple — wandering and looking and listening, sometimes with a general destination in mind and a willingness to surrender it if something more interesting beckoned along the way. A morning or afternoon spent this way might include some discreet people-watching and a bit of sketching or journal-writing while I nursed a pot of tea or a glass of wine.

2. Spending time with other women, talking and eating and drinking and listening to opera and watching “tiny plays.” Thanks to my friend Lesley, in only five days, I enjoyed four social evenings: one was spent watching student performances of student-written mini-plays inspired by Robert Louis Stevenson’s Songs of Travel, followed by a wonderful meal at the home of L’s friend, the three of us caught up in lively conversation until after midnight; another evening, spent with L and a mutual Social Media friend, began in the late afternoon with a bottle of bubbles at L’s and continued through a very good meal at a nearby restaurant; L and I had another good meal and a very decent glass or two at a French restaurant celebrating the nouveau Beaujolais just down the street from her place; and finally, I was graciously included in an invitation she’d been extended to a performance of Rigoletto.

Truly, I could easily write a post about each of those evenings, but collectively, they reminded me of how stimulating both city life and conversations with other women can be and of how much I value those. Yes, I knew this before I went to Edinburgh, and yes, this is part of my life at home (although I think that at home the urban choices often get subsumed to the lazy and comfortable pleasures of Netflix!). But it was good to have these choices and these values affirmed. And when the day comes that I can’t easily travel any longer, I hope to remember this lesson. . . .

3.  Art and architecture. . . In my brief visit, I’m so pleased that I managed to see the Victoria Crowe exhibition at the Scottish National Portrait Gallery; to breeze through the National Museum, stopping briefly to check out an exhibition of embroidered samplers; to look at the brilliant paper sculptures displayed in the entrance hall of the National Library, where I also quickly perused some of Frederick Douglass’ letters; to visit both Modern One and Modern Two buildings/sites of the Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art where I tried to absorb as many visual impressions as possible, but merely grazed the Andy Warhol/Eduardo Paolozzi exhibition.  . .

Of course, there were many other possibilities I missed when it comes to Edinburgh’s Art and Architecture on offer last fall: I never did make it to the National Poetry Museum to see the fuller collection of paper sculptures made by a mysterious artist and gifted over the past decade to advance literacy, advocate for literature and the arts, especially in Scotland.  I did pretty well, though.  And once again, I affirmed for myself how much enjoyment I take in wandering through gallery halls and rooms on my own, looking and thinking and connecting and synthesizing. . . .

Having made this retrospective visit to Edinburgh, done some strolling through photos I took of paintings, sculptures, architecture (that staircase I mentioned back here and promised to tell you more about) and cityscapes, I’m thinking I may share some impressions and images with you in the next while. As well, I realize I still haven’t told you much about my solo days in Paris, where there was, of course, also so much art to enjoy. So expect a post about that as well.

For now, though, I’d love to hear your thoughts about this post. Have you also become quite clear about what you want from travel? Or, more generally and more importantly, from Life, both over the long haul and from day to day?  And how well can you honour those priorities once you’ve identified and articulated them for yourself? These are big questions, yes, but we could also break them down a bit. You could tell me, for example, about the last best thing you did, just for yourself, no matter how small. . . buying a jar of marmalade and, spreading it on a piece of toast the next morning, remembering how much you’d once loved its bitter sweetness, wondering why you’d let go of that preference, determining to enjoy it more regularly. . . . or walking to the local library, leaving without having been able to choose a book but nonetheless satiated with the promises that whispered from all those spines, those dust-cover flaps, you promising in turn to come back soon. . . .

Okay, that’s enough from me for a Monday morning. Your turn now. . .

20 Comments

  1. Anonymous
    4 February 2019 / 4:42 pm

    thank you for bringing back memories of Edinburgh. I have not traveled all that much, but it one of my favorite places to date. as to your question. yesterday evening after attending a chamber music concert in the afternoon by myself I was driving home and noticed the sky was turning a lovely shade of pink in places. as I was approaching my home I saw that indeed there was going to be an especially dramatic sunset so i turned away from my house and toward the sunset for a few more moments of beauty.
    Darby

    • materfamilias
      4 February 2019 / 5:32 pm

      What a perfect first comment, Darby! A lovely illustration of how to pay attention to our own priorities and rhythms and observations on a smaller scale — no need to travel . . .

  2. Taste of France
    4 February 2019 / 7:56 pm

    I love the paper sculptures. Anonymous artist, eh? Even more enticing.
    I have been to Edinburgh but once, and the standout to me was everything Charles Rennie Mackintosh, who was really more of Glasgow, but I didn't get there. His roses! I am a total sucker for Art Nouveau, from every country–Horta, Mucha, Giuimard, Gaudí, Loos, TIffany….
    It is very smart when traveling to seek out one's hobbies, as you did with knitting and painting. They take you away from the tourist grid and into a parallel world that you're at once familiar with and yet that isn't quite like at home.
    I'm envious of your social outings.

    • materfamilias
      5 February 2019 / 3:36 pm

      I like the idea of making something like a pilgrimage of travel, as you have with the Art Nouveau. . . Which is something like what happens with my sketching, or with running through a new landscape. We make it our own in a small way.
      And yes, now that I'm back home with a slower social pace (because that Edinburgh pace was ambitious!) I'm a bit envious of it as well 😉

  3. Eleonore
    4 February 2019 / 9:00 pm

    Yes to your way of travelling on all three counts.
    Flânerie – or what a Peruvian friend of mine used to call "vagabundear".
    Getting a glimpse of everyday life in a strange place, best through staying with friends, of course.
    Art and architecture – and may I add some gardens, too?
    Last week I had breakfast in a café all by myself, something I do not normally do. I was hoping it might get me out of a gloomy mood. It did (a bit). And in two weeks I am going to indulge in something I haven’t done in I don’t know how many years: I’ll travel to another city to listen to a concert, the ticket of which I bought one year ago. (Joan Baez’ Fare-Thee-Well-Tour).

    • materfamilias
      5 February 2019 / 3:39 pm

      I looked up "vagabundear" and I see there's a song of that title. When I'm done responding here, I'll give it a listen on Youtube.
      Gardens, yes! Let's add those, and, in fact, I had a lovely wander through the Botanic Garden in Edinburgh, and I soaked up all the lovely gardens of residences as I walked.
      That's a splendid indulgence, travelling for music — and to hear/see Joan Baez in person. Enjoy!

    • Eleonore
      5 February 2019 / 10:08 pm

      A song by Juan Manuel Serrat, right? I know the singer, he used to be quite famous for his protest against Franco, but I did not know this song. Just listened to it…. well, give me Joan Baez any time.

  4. Anonymous
    5 February 2019 / 2:03 am

    Those paper sculptures are stunning! That is an exhibition I wouldn't have wanted to miss.
    Whenever I travel my motto is always to enjoy and savour whatever I do see and not worry about what I don't. Most of our travel is by bicycle so the emphasis is on back roads, small villages and rural life. My most vivid memories are of random conversations when we stop to ask for directions or enjoy a cup of coffee, waking up early to look out on a market in a french village, or being given a private tour of a winery in Burgundy simply because the manager was an avid cyclist! Some of these memories date back forty years, other are more recent, but they are all of "little moments" that add up to major enjoyment of travel.
    Frances in Sidney

    • materfamilias
      5 February 2019 / 3:42 pm

      Aren't they wonderful, the paper sculptures? My one regret about the trip is that I didn't get to the National Poetry Museum to see their collection of same, which is greater than the National Library's. But a traveler can't see it all!
      We've never traveled by bike (although we've done day trips on bikes as outings when traveling) and I can well imagine how satisfying this must be on so many levels. Memories such as you describe can be so sustaining, can't they?!

  5. LPC
    5 February 2019 / 2:14 am

    I suppose the first thing I've always wanted from recent travel is some kind of joy, or progress if it's not always joyful, in relationship to the people I'm traveling with?

    Your trip to Edinburgh sounded absolutely perfect, serendipitous in that way that makes you feel like the universe is on your side.

    • materfamilias
      5 February 2019 / 3:49 pm

      Joy is a very decent goal 😉
      And my trip was very serendipitous, so pleasing in ways I hadn't quite expected. hence the retrospective parsing, I guess. . .

  6. Mary
    5 February 2019 / 4:08 pm

    I’ve now reached the stage where travel is not so easy, so I very much enjoy reading about your exploits. Its also lovely to read about your grandkids and other family members!

  7. Madame Là-bas
    5 February 2019 / 7:10 pm

    From travel, I want opportunities to walk on different streets from home, to read in a park (why don't I do that at home?), to stay up in the night to read and to stay in bed as long as I like. I could do any of these things at home but I don't. Solitude is a goal of some of my travel. I feel much more free when I'm away. I no longer have a list of things to see or a need to buy. I bought a pain au chocolat at the only European patisserie that I know of in Richmond on Sunday.

  8. Elizabeth Musgrave
    5 February 2019 / 9:15 pm

    I love Edinburgh. I love its architecture, the Georgian regularity and the medieval efficiency, and I love its bars. When you come again, I would love to know what you think about Glasgow – no distance from Edinburgh but with a totally different history. It's industrial, with much historic poverty, stereotypically looked down on by cultured folk from Edinburgh, but energetic and very very funny, and also cultured. So interesting to really get close to other communities. It's why I much prefer traveling to places where I know people.I'm sure it's still superficial but it is still a very different experience to living in a hotel x

    • Linda
      7 February 2019 / 7:56 am

      Seconding Elizabeth's recommendation of Glasgow. Especially the humour of the Glaswegians.

    • materfamilias
      8 February 2019 / 6:53 pm

      I visited Glasgow twice, in my teens, when my uncle, a Jesuit priest, served in a parish there. My memories of it are limited by I could see its gritty appeal, especially through his eyes (he was from north Yorkshire and loved his adopted home). It's unlikely I'll get back — as long as our daughter lives in Rome, our travels will tend more southerly. . .

  9. High Heels in the Wilderness
    6 February 2019 / 2:53 pm

    I love those paper sculptures… makes me want to crawl right inside them. Like crawling into a good book, which I guess is part of the artist's point. How lovely to be able to travel and meet with friends who are locals. Must have made you feel like you were part of the city while you were there, and not just visiting.

    • materfamilias
      8 February 2019 / 6:48 pm

      Aren't they wonderful?! And yes, it was such a good way to see the city — and all thanks to social media which is where that friendship began 😉

  10. Lorrie
    7 February 2019 / 3:27 am

    The intricacy of the paper sculptures is stunning. I like Susan's comment above about wanting to crawl inside them. From travel I like to capture a sense of place, of what makes it unique in history. It's hard to do sometimes.
    I've not made an overseas trip on my own, but we've found that going our separate ways in some museums or sites of interest contributes to individual enjoyment. There's a sense of freedom in not having to wonder what the other person is feeling.
    How lovely to meet up with a group of women in the evenings.

    • materfamilias
      8 February 2019 / 6:49 pm

      It's true — my husband and I will often visit museums together, but if we do, we tend to move through at our own pace and chat about what we've seen — or not — over lunch afterward. I like having time to collect my own thoughts before sharing them or having them coloured by others' impressions.

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