Twilight

Walking back across the city after improv, the evening sky was beautiful. Passed a small group of tourists talking away in French and was reminded in an instant of looking across the Parisian skyline one evening last year and then walking down the hill along the cobbled streets into the gathering darkness and the neon lights of Pigalle.
Several other 'almost blips' these evening on my way to and from improv, like the dappled sunlight on Middle Meadow Walk, the footballers on the Meadows (that used to be me, every Wednesday through the summer with the rest of the Meadows footballers), the contrast between the new modern lecture theatre and the old buildings on Buccleuch Place, the gateway to Heriots School, even a distant shot of the castle.
Sometimes one picture just isn't enough...