You know the weather is special when the Scots themselves complain about it. I can never remember shivering from cold before in late June, even when I was in the mountains in Austria and Italy. I shivered today – highs in the low fifties, strong and steady winds, and a steady, driving rain. It was cold. Welcome to June 29th!

At breakfast, Meredith asked a cafeteria worker what the golfers at St. Andrews did on days like today. She was told they play – the golf only stops if conditions are life-threatening (like lightning). I can’t imagine paying over two hundred dollars to play eighteen holes of golf and then getting terrible weather, but they play on.

We got in the car and drove over an hour to Kenmore, to the Scottish Crannog Centre. A crannog is a hut built out in the water of a loch, either on logs driven into the bottom of the loch or on a pile of stones that have been built up from the bottom. There are the remains of dozens of crannogs in Scotland and Ireland, dating from as long as 2,500 years ago. No one is sure why the huts were built – it may have been for defense, it may have been a status symbol, or both. But, because the loch waters preserve the wood and other artifacts around the crannog site, they help archaeologists piece together a good picture of what life was like around the hut.

For starters, the Scottish Crannog Centre rebuilt a crannog using (mostly) traditional methods and materials; it took them three years, even with the aid of a not-so-Iron-Age chainsaw. So building these things was not easy, and once they were built, maintenance on them would have been ongoing.

The scientists studying the crannog near the site of the reconstruction (on Loch Tay) found lots of artifacts – they found paddles from boats, one clay pot that may have been acquired through trade, some bronze and iron tools, a small piece of woven cloth which weavers were able to reproduce, stone weights and tools, wooden tools, seeds and bones and other food waste, and more. This led to a good picture of what life must have been like – hard, and short, with people not living past fifty, and many skeletons deformed from the physical labor the people had done.

The center was staffed with several helpful people who gave demonstrations of what crannog life may have involved, from drilling holes in stones to create weights for nets, to grinding grain for bread, to using a bow and stick to create fire (a labor-intensive task – much better not to let the fire go out). We got to go into the crannog itself, where twenty or more people would have slept, along with several of their animals. The crannog was surprisingly big, but still would have felt crowded to us; to the people of that time, it was free heat.

After lunch, we headed north to Newtonmore, which is in the Highlands, and is home to the Highland Folk Museum. It took longer than we thought to get there, so we only had about forty-five minutes to check it out. The museum has a four-building village to show what life was like in the 1700s in the area, and then several buildings from the early 1900s. We toured the 1700s buildings, which were made of wood, turf, thatch, and some stone. They were dark and smoky. The house would have held up to twenty people, with the adults sleeping up to five per bed. Meredith pointed out how little had changed in the two thousand years since the crannogs. Once again, I am glad I live with the comforts I live with.

We left the Highlands and drove back south to Pitlochry, where our B and B is. Pitlochry is a very cute little town on the Tummel River. We checked in, and since the rain had finally stopped, we took a walk up into the woods to go see the Black Spout, a large waterfall nearby. It was a surreal hike – it was through woods covered in huge ferns, so it looked prehistoric. We were gone for over and hour and never saw another person. We almost gave up at one point, since we were not sure we were going to find the falls, but then we saw a small bridge, which then led us to a path that was marked with a signpost. So we found the Black Spout, which was worth the walk. The path there even has an impressive viewing platform so you can see the falls without any vegetation in the way.

We walked back into town, where we had a very light supper (we have been eating a lot of late), and then back to the B and B. We persevered with Meredith’s touring plan despite the weather, and so it was a fine day in the end. In the warm and dry room.

We had a good little chat with our B and B host before leaving Stirling; he told us some places to see, some of which I hope to incorporate when it is “my” week next week. Our host was a very friendly and helpful man, and I would highly recommend his B and B for any one staying in the Stirling area when in Scotland (Number 10 Bed and Breakfast).

We hopped in the car and used mercifully large roads to head over to Dundee. Meredith helpfully counted the roundabouts we had to navigate in an hour (thirteen, I think); after a couple of missed turns and some construction, we arrived in Dundee at Discovery Point. It sounds like a hands-on science museum, but it is actually a museum dedicated to the sailing and steam ship Discovery, which took Commander Scott and forty-five men to Antarctica in 1901 to explore the continent and study it for science. The expedition lasted two years, and the small museum did a fantastic job of presenting the building and stocking of the ship, the men who sailed her, the difficulties they faced, some of the discoveries they made, the difficulty in getting out of the ice after two years, and what happened to the ship after they returned home. The museum also usually includes touring the Discovery herself, but the ship is currently being worked on for conservation purposes, so that part of the museum was closed. We still spent two hours at the museum, and could probably have spent another hour if we’d had the time (and if our parking had not expired).

The museum was well laid out, with rooms dedicated to a theme – the building of the ship, the men who manned her, the science that was discovered, and so on. Each room had short videos to help explain the room, as well as typical information placards, as well as the audio guides we rented. They also had a good ten-minute overview film partway through the exhibit to break up the rooms. I was very impressed. Some of the fun facts we learned:

– The ship was made of wood because wood flexes under ice pressure, whereas steel and iron are brittle. The hull was twenty-six inches thick and made of seven different types of wood for strength, as well as the bow being reinforced with steel for cutting through the ice.

– Dundee was selected to build the ship because most places had forgotten how to build wooden ships. Since Dundee was a center for whaling ships, which were made of wood for flexing against ice, Dundee still knew how to make them.

– Discovery was a triple-masted sailing ship with a steam engine for emergencies or for ramming through ice. Coal was too bulky to bring along in sufficient quantity for regular propulsion, so they sailed most of the time.

– In addition to the men, the captain brought along a cat.

– The conditions were harsh, and the expedition lasted two years. The ship was freed from ice in February 1903 by help from relief ships sent, the use of gunpowder to blow the ice, and a shifting wind that aided in ice breakup.

– Discoveries included the life cycle of the king penguin, many new species, proof that Antarctica was a continent (as opposed to islands or just ice), the realization that the magnetic field changed slightly before the Auroras appeared, the detailed mapping of a large section of coastline, the penetration into the interior, and more.

The expedition was a huge success. Eleven volumes of scientific findings were published, as well as many specimens being brought back for museums. Commander Scott became famous and returned to Antarctica a few years later, reaching the South Pole a few weeks after a Norwegian explorer got there first. Scott and his four companions all passed away on the return trip, falling just eleven miles short of a resupply station that would have saved some of them. One of the Discovery‘s junior officers, Shackleton, returned as well, and when his ship was destroyed, he set off to row eight hundred miles to South America to get help, with just three others in a large rowboat. He made it, and all the men survived.

We left the museum and drove the short distance to St. Andrews, the birthplace of golf, including the world-famous Old Course. It also houses the University of St. Andrews, where we’re staying in a small but nice dorm room. After getting situated, we walked into town to tour around, but first to get ice cream. As we were standing at a crosswalk looking confused, a woman offered to help us. We got to talking, and in another small-world moment, she turned out to be the aunt of a CVCA alumna who is married to one of Meredith’s former students, so the woman had been to Stow and Cuyahoga Falls and knew where they were. She also knew where the ice cream place was, and it was good to get ice cream, even if the day was only fifty-five degrees out (with a brisk wind).

We headed down through the town to the Old Course to check it out, swinging by the Museum of the University of St. Andrews, mostly to use the restrooms, but the four-room exhibits were interesting to breeze through, and they had a wonderful terrace overlooking the beaches. We got down to the Old Course, and it is immaculate, with a fairway that looks better than some greens I have seen. We snapped some pictures, and wanted to get a picture of the small stone bridge on the eighteenth hole, when we saw normal folks walking out on the course and getting a picture. One man laughed that the golfers were good enough to miss the people there. So we walked out between golfers and grabbed a photo. Also odd for a world-famous course, there is a road/path through the middle of the fairway across two holes. Drivers and pedestrians are warned by signs that there are golfers playing. Fair enough.

Next on the list was heading down to the two-mile-long West Beach. The beach is beautiful and is where the opening sequence to the move Chariots of Fire was filmed, so Mer wanted a picture of me running. We found it amusing that there were three lifeguards on duty; not only were there howling winds and cool temperatures, leading to no swimmers, but the lifeguard shack was fully enclosed, presumably to protect against the elements.

We walked back up to town, following a walking guide from Mer’s Ricks Steves guidebook. We stuck our heads into the main courtyard of the downtown location of the University St. Andrews, and then over to and along the cliffs of the town, and down to the small East Beach, which is at the foot of a ruined castle. The castle was destroyed at some point during the Scottish Reformation as Protestants and Catholics fought each other. We got to the castle after 5:00, so the museum and castle grounds were closed. We kept walking and were suddenly overtaken by a large group of mostly middle-aged runners and walkers. We are not sure what they were running for, but we got out of their way, since the path was narrow. We made our way down to the ruined cathedral, but it also was closed for the day. The cathedral was not destroyed suddenly, but fell into disuse and fell apart over a couple of hundred years. We finished our walk though the town through some back lanes and the oldest section, and then we found a place for supper. My hands were pretty well frozen, so I was very pleased the bar/restaurant served hot chocolate.

We put in a good walking show today, logging over ten miles. I suspect I will sleep well tonight.

We have had tremendous luck in our years of traveling. In more than a dozen trips to Europe in about twenty years, we have enjoyed good weather and good health. We have had a few hours of rain here and there, but nothing that lasted all day or was problematic. That streak finally came to an end today when I woke up with a sore neck, which induced a headache, which induced an upset stomach. In addition to that, we had an on-again, off-again drizzle all day long, with windy conditions in low-fifties temperatures. We were still grateful that it was not a hard rain all day, but it was the worst weather we have had in our international travels.

The headache and other ailments were easier to deal with. I took a couple of Advil and ate as much breakfast as I could stomach (which was not much). Then, Meredith was kind enough to delay the start of the touring day by about an hour and a half to let me go back to bed. That did the trick. I was pretty much back to normal, and away we went.

We walked up the main hill in Stirling, all the way to the top, to the castle. Oddly, castles always seem to be built on high ground. It did mean that it had great views of the surrounding area. Stirling’s castle is an important one for Scottish history. It sits at the main river junction between the Highlands to the north and the Lowlands to the south. The castle was home to Scottish monarchs for a couple of hundred years, although the height of the castle was around 1600, right before James VI of Scotland became James I of England. After James moved to London, the castle became less used and eventually became a headquarters and barracks for the army. The army finally moved out in the 1960s, and the castle has been renovated in an attempt to make it look as it might have in the 1500s.

We got to the castle just a few minutes past 11:00, so we missed the 11:00 tour. We figured we would catch the 11:30 tour, so we wandered into the Queen Anne’s Gardens, which are beautiful and have a magnificent view of the surrounding area and of the main body of the castle itself. We briefly checked out the small museum of the history of the castle, which included a Chutes-and-Ladders-style game that we dubbed “Siege and Ladders.” Sadly, Meredith hit a great ladder and won easily.

After failing to capture my castle, we made our way to the courtyard to catch the 11:30 tour. The poor tour guide forgot all about it, and so did not show up until about 11:45. He did not make excuses, but just told us he forgot. He was fun and charming, so no harm done. He took us on a forty-five-minute tour, starting at the main gates, which used to be much bigger but were severely damaged by Cromwell’s forces; the gates had been decorative and could not stand up to canon fire. A canon-resistant outer wall was later added.

From the inside court, we got a look at the exterior of the main buildings, and he explained what each was – the King’s residence, with 250 statues posted around the outside as display of power and wealth; the Great Hall, restored with golden paint and a new timber roof; the kitchens, where two rooms have been restored to look as they may have done in the 1500s; and the chapel, which James had built for a baptism of his son (and as a display of power and wealth, since he was soon to become King of England).

The guide took us into the Great Hall, which was the largest secular building in Scotland at the time it was built. The ceiling was a special kind of timber ceiling, designed to be strong and built by ship-builders. The hall can be rented out today for weddings and other special events. Not a bad reception hall.

We finished out tour in the chapel, which was built to be the same proportions as Solomon’s Temple in Jerusalem (but at one third the size, since space was limited in the castle). While there, we saw an advertisement that in a few minutes, the Georgia Boy Choir would be performing, so we stayed.

We were initially not sure if the choir was from Georgia in the US or from Georgia over by Russia. When we saw the program opening with three religious tunes including “Amazing Grace,” we figured it out. The group, made up of boys from seven to seventeen (with three or four alumni as chaperons), sang for about an hour in the magnificent acoustics of the chapel. The were excellent, and I am not always a fan of boys’ choirs. They had three numbers in which they were accompanied by Scottish bagpipes. If you thought the pipes were loud outside, you should hear them inside an enclosed space. Yikes. But the high notes of the youngest boys could still be easily heard. The group did a nice mixture of sacred and secular pieces, and ended with a rousing Scottish song that got people up for a standing ovation. Catching them here was another happy travel coincidence.

By now it was after 2:00, so we took a much needed lunch break in the castle cafeteria, after which we explored the other buildings on our own for about two hours. We checked out the royal apartments, which have been restored and are highly decorated, including the “Stirling Heads” – wooden carvings of around fifty decorative heads that used to be mounted on the ceiling. The heads were all important people of power – James and his queen, Henry VIII, a few caesars, nobles, etc. The originals are kept in the castle museum, but decorated ones have been remounted in the king’s chamber. We got to see the originals in the museum as well, and most of them are in excellent shape.

We looked over the battlements and the ever-shrinking fog-bound view, and then finished up with the kitchens, where we were both surprised to learn that the kitchens were the realm of men and boys – women were not usually allowed in.

Our castle ticket included a tour of the nearby Argyll’s Lodging, the home of a noble that has been restored to what it probably looked like in the 1500s. The house was impressive, but I am still smug and grateful for plumbing and central heating.

That finished off the sites on the hill, so we went back to the B and B to plan our next outing. Meredith wanted to take a two-hour driving tour of nearby landscapes, so we headed out in the misty rain. My biggest issue with driving here is the conditions – the roads are fairly narrow, but the default speed limit is a whopping 60 mph, which people really do drive. It is tense driving, to say the least.

We headed out to see Lake of Menteith (Scotland’s only “lake,” as opposed to lochs). There is even a national park there, so we assumed there would be a vista or welcome center or something. We were wrong. There was one parking lot, with a footpath down to the lake. We kept going, assuming there was somewhere else to see. Not really. After turning around a couple of miles later, we did find a two-car pull-off that had a path down to a very small beach, where we could see the lake and surrounding hills. It was pretty and very quiet; we were still surprised that there was not even a bench or table or the like.

We continued on to the town of Aberfoyle, which is a gateway into the Highlands. I had no idea that the Highlands started so dramatically – they just loom over the town. In one spot, you are in the Lowlands, and just a few yards away are the Highlands, with very little transition. We turned there and headed back to Stirling, to the B and B and then back downtown for supper.

So, headache and rain happened, but we still got a successful day of touring in, with a choir surprise as well. Bonny.

When she turned forty, Meredith told me she wanted to go to all the countries in Europe that are covered by a Rick Steves guidebook – something like fifteen countries (or regions) in all. She said I could choose where we went every year, but it had to from one of the books, and we could not repeat a country unless we had done a new one already during the year. Fair enough.

Scotland made its way to the top of the list for several reasons. It was a new book to the Rick Steves canon, so Mer was not aware it was an option. They also (mostly) speak English in Scotland, which, after several trips of my not being able to communicate, was a definite plus. Finally, and this is not to be underestimated after last year being so hot in Austria, Scotland is cool. It is cool to the degree that it looks like we will not see 70 during our stay here. I love it.

All that to say that I slept very well last night, and enjoyed burrowing under a blanket. After a fine breakfast and our getting ready, we checked out and grabbed a bus back into the old city to pick up our car. We were a little startled to see a line in the office; it turns out this was, for some reason, their busiest day of the year so far, with more than seventy rentals before noon. We waited about thirty-five or forty minutes to get our car, and as far as I could tell, no one in the line was getting visibly upset.

Let’s check off the rental car fun! Make you have never heard of. Check. Steering wheel on the wrong side. Check. Left-hand shifter with backwards pattern. Check. Add to the mixture one moderately congested old city, sprinkle liberally with roundabouts seemingly every half-mile, and shake well with driving on the left-hand side of the road. Good times. At least for today, there was only one panic stop, which of course happened as I was trying to merge on a roundabout (I was checking ahead of me to see if anyone was merging ahead and almost missed the car coming at me as I was trying to merge). Meredith was probably pleased to be treated to a low-level rant for much of an hour as we drove to Falkirk.

Falkirk, as it turns out, is the home of Helix Park, which in turn is home to the Kelpies, the world’s largest horse sculpture. I did not know where we were going or why, so when I was very suddenly confronted with two horse heads one hundred feet high, it made an impression. A very positive one. I love sculpture, and then I love it more when it is outside, and then I love it even more when it looks like something. The Kelpies sculpture is modern, but shows off strength and emotion in a work where you get what is normally a grass-eye view of things. On top of all of that, we got a guided 30-minute tour, which included going inside the smaller of the two heads (Duke, as opposed to Baron, the other horse). Brilliant – we got to see the structure of the sculpture, which was an intended part of the work from the beginning; the artist wanted the public to be able to see inside.

For those wondering about the title, kelpies are water spirits that can change shape, and when they are above water, they look like horses. If a person tried to ride the kelpie, he got stuck to its back and was then drowned and eaten. Good myth. Since the two horses in this work are on either side of a working canal, the water-horse myth seemed like a good one. In addition, the artist wanted to pay tribute to all of the working horses that helped on the canal. I flat-out loved it, and we were there for about two hours (which included a light lunch). Oh – for those who worry or are curious about cost, the sculpture cost about five million pounds. It has brought in three million visitors in three years. That is a good investment in public sculpture.

Since Falkirk is a mid-sized working town, you would think that the Kelpies would be the end of the tour, but you would be wrong. Falkirk, on the far side of 3,217 roundabouts, is home of the world’s first and only boat elevator, the Falkirk Wheel. It is a marvel of clever engineering, and its job is to lift (or lower) canal boats up from one canal up about a hundred feet in the air to another canal. It opened in 2002, replacing a much earlier and now filled-in series of eight locks. Scotland takes the canals, which are now mostly for pleasure use, very seriously. They had been closed in the 1960s, but made a comeback in the 1990s, and the Wheel rejoined two major canal systems again.

It does this through balancing two huge tubs of water that boats maneuver into. The tubs, 180 degrees apart on a circle, then seal up and rotate around, bringing boats up and down at the same time. Since the tubs are balanced to weigh the same, it takes less than a dollar’s worth of electricity to rotate the whole system halfway around. “Ah!” you say. “What about the weight of the boat?” The boat displaces its weight in water, which is how something floats. So, the sixty-ton boat pushes out sixty tons of water from the tub, and so the tub ends up always weighing the same no matter what boat is in the system (or if there’s no boat at all).

Of course, you can buy a ride on a boat to then ride the Wheel up, take a short ride on the canal (through a tunnel in a mountain), and then come back and go down the Wheel. Not too surprisingly, we did just that. The ride down is eerie because for half the ride there is very little to gauge movement against. Once the ride is halfway down, you can see the center axle of the Wheel, and then can easily tell you are moving. When the Wheel was built, it was just to move boats; it was not a tourist attraction. But the curious kept coming, and so a small complex sprang up around it. I loved that right in front of the Wheel was a fully working and active canal lock that I got to see in operation twice. Nifty.

With that, we made our roundabout way to Stirling, where we checked into our B and B. We walked the mile or so into the main town center and ate supper before walking back to the B and B, where we had to buy a permit from a machine for parking for the next day. I was a pound short in coins. Back into town we went to buy dessert, and then back again to the machine. We are now legally parked outside out the B and B, which is its own form of engineering feat.

The European summer vacation this time is to Scotland, and as has been our cheap habit, we flew out of Toronto again. It involves a longish drive of about 5.5 hours, but it costs about half of what any airport in or near NE Ohio charges.

So, we got up Saturday morning, got ready, took care of the kitties, and were on the road about 9:00 am for a 6:55 pm flight. That was prudent, as there was about a twenty-minute wait at the Canadian border, and we always have to stop for the bathroom, so we got to the airport a little after 3:00 when I was aiming for 4:00. That worked out okay too, as the line to check-in took about an hour, after which we cruised through security in just a few minutes. That left us at our gate about two hours before boarding, so we ate in a real restaurant (as opposed to take-out).

The flight over is not long, as trans-Atlantic flights go, taking only about 6.5 hours. The biggest surprise on an otherwise smooth flight was the lack of entertainment systems in the seat-backs. I had read about this movement in the industry, but this was the first time I had seen it (or not seen it). To save weight and money, airlines are doing away with seat-back screens and instead offering movies and TV and such using wireless to tablets, laptops, and phones. We had my laptop, but I had stowed it and was not too much inclined to get it out for a shorter flight. So, we both read instead, and I actually managed a few restless short naps.

We got in to Glasgow on time around 6:45 am, but it took quite awhile to clear customs and get our luggage. We had to get to the train station to get to Edinburgh where our B and B was located, but that was easy via a bus from the airport. We saw a (very) little of the city as we drove in, and the downtown looked nice as far as I could see. We got to the station and onto a train around 8:00 am, just a few minutes before it pulled out.

So it was we got to Edinburgh around 9:20 am, and after a couple of mis-starts, we walked the 1.5 miles from the station to our B and B, getting there about 10:30. The walk let us see the city at a slower pace, and it looked interesting – the restaurant scene suggested a very multicultural city. We also kept catching glimpses of Arthur’s Seat, a huge rocky hill right up against the town. It was odd to be in an urban area and see this huge green hill opening up at the end of alleys and streets.

The slower-paced walk also was good in that by the time we got to our B and B, our room was almost ready. As such, we were able to grab a jet-lag-busting three-hour nap and still be heading out to explore by about 3:00 in the afternoon. Since it does not get dark until 10:30 pm this far north, that left plenty of time to explore.

We grabbed a quick lunch/supper at a pub, which was a great little pub – sprawling, with lots of nooks, and as a bonus, they had great food. Fortified, we grabbed a bus back into the downtown area to explore the Royal Mile.

The Royal Mile is a (more or less) mile-long stretch of road that starts at the top of the hill at the castle, and then runs straight down through the middle of the city and ends at the royal residences and the new Scottish Parliament building. The end of the street also has amazing views of Arthur’s Seat.

On the way to the start of the walking tour (from Meredith’s Rick Steves’ tour book), we ran into a woman advertising a free improv show which started at 7:30. Mer seemed as excited about that prospect as I did, so we made tentative plans to go see it. We also got to see a witty street entertainer swallow a long balloon and lie down on a bed of nails. Random things like that are what makes travel special.

The castle was closed since it was a little after 5:00 on a Sunday, but we were able to stick our heads into the adjacent weavers’ mill, though it turned out the looms were not running since it was Sunday after 5:00. The gift stores (multiple) were all open, of course, and seemed to be doing a steady business.

There are a LOT of Scottish stores along the mile, especially the first half. I’m not sure how twenty stores all selling kilts stay in business, but they seem to do just that. We did not bother with those too much, instead focusing on the sights mentioned in the guidebook. That included several tiny (and blissfully quiet) alleyways into isolated courtyards, the original Parliament building, a huge old church that now houses the main office of the Edinburgh Festival, and then St. Giles Cathedral, which is central to Scottish Presbyterianism. We saw where the old gates had been (the “End of the World” to those who dwelt inside the walls at the time), as well as a tiny piece of the wall. We saw a small church that is where the queen worships when she is in town, and the adjacent cemetery where Adam Smith (of Wealth of Nations fame) is buried. We finished the walk at the new Parliament building, which is very funky and deliberately unimposing, as well as getting to see (through locked gates) the royal residence palace, where the Queen will actually be residing starting on Tuesday for a few days.

The walk being over, we headed back up the street until we found the crossroad where the improv show was going to happen. The theater was in the basement of a bar, and looked to seat about sixty people. The stage was just an open space up front, and we sat in the front row, so we were very close to the action.

It was a fun evening, There were three acts, with the first one going about fifty minutes to an intermission, and then the second and third acts splitting the second half of the show. The first act was made up of five people, and they did fifty minutes of continuous scenes based off of the word “turtle.” They got launched on the word, and then would yell, “Cut to …” whatever, which would change the scene to something that had gotten mentioned at some point, like, “Cut to the doctor’s office.” It worked really well, and was quite strong, with just a couple of scenes that were a little slow.

The second act stole the show for me. I think it was a husband/wife team, and they sang improvised songs based on fake song titles we would give them. They had wonderful chemistry as they told us the (made up) background to the song we were about to hear, and they kept adding information to the scene before finally singing the song (while the guy played banjo or mandolin or even concertina). They were warm and engaged the audience well, and they were great.

The last act of the evening was a little uneven. They had some brilliant moments, but also had some slower ones as well, and they used off-color language more than I cared for. It was still entertaining, though, and we had a good time seeing improv with a Scottish accent.

We finished the evening by eating at an Indian restaurant that was still open at 10:20 at night, and got back to the B and B around 11:30. It was a very solid day of touring, which is remarkable given that when we travel to Europe, we usually do well to squeeze in supper and a little sightseeing on the first day. Getting to see a local show was very special.