The Old Town, Edinburgh, Scotland
“…she stopped paying close attention to his words and when at red lights, examined the rain drops spattering on the windshield so intently that she almost stared right through them. Each drop seemed stuck on the glass, until another drop landed on it and they rolled down the window together, ending in a climactic splash.”
Sara: feminism and more.
If you walked backwards (in the direction that points out of this photo) for about 20-30 minutes, you’d hit the intersection I lived right by during my semester abroad in Edinburgh.
I remember Giulia and I crossing that bridge through ridiculous wind to get to a party at a club.
I’d really love to be able to go back there in the not too distant future…