Night and Day

Ventured along Princes Street for the first time since the start of the Festival and had a look firstly at all the tram rubble and then at the various street performers doing their stuff at the bottom of The Mound. It was impossibly busy and rather than smiling welcomingly at all the visitors, I admit I had a face on me that would've soured milk. Oh dear.

These two were watching some American shouty man involving the crowd with a straight-jacket, but didn't seem very impressed by the goings-on.

I wonder if they were texting each other?