AUGUST 28, 2012

It's the sweet smell of hops, suffusing morning mist, high street and cobbled lane. It's the lodging where we seek rest, with its bewitching Victorian facade and clock that's two minutes fast. It's the maze of vennels, wild gardens and emerald-carpeted steps as steep as can be. These are signs that we've arrived in the heart of the city, a city that tells centuries of stories. Uncover them with us this month as we roam the alleys of Edinburgh.

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