On the eve of Halloween, I am in the hauntingly beautiful city of Edinburgh, Scotland.
As always when I travel, I find myself, once again, at the local cemetery.
This history and architecture buff finds solace and beauty, sadness and touching saga's reaching ever forward.
and the macabre.
The beauty of the stone masons, the architects and the wordsmiths
Touching epitaphs from bereft husbands laying bare the depth of their soul and their love, for eternity
Ok, we could use a wee bit of levity here. Can anyone guess who this handsome lad works for?
Hint; notice the print.........
If you guessed the Hotel Missoni, you are correct!
PS: To the dismay of the older generations this very American holiday has reached the British shores. To the younger generation, sheer frivolity and new traditions in the making