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Showing posts with label Edinburgh. Show all posts

Monday, March 12, 2012

Pot au Haggis~ Missing Paris Day


It's my sister's birthday week.
And this is one of the things we did during my last visit to Paris.
A bit of the old Haggis appetizer at the Auld Alliance 
(just off the St. Paul metro stop)
with a beer and an Edradour (scotch) chaser.
Edradour was the scotch tour we took while in Scotland awhile back
so we were reliving a tasty memory. 

She doesn't like to travel to too many cities more than once.
Too many places to see to go back to somewhere you've already been. 
We've spent a lot of New Year's Eves together
but she said recently that she would go back to Scotland 
for Edinburgh's Hogmanay and torch light procession again at New Year's. 
It was THAT much fun! 

So here's a wish for a scotch (not too peaty) and a beer to you on your birthday 
and for another Hogmanay New Years together! 
Preferably from a nearby castle.
See that post here

Happy Birthday and love you, Beautiful Sister!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Favorite New Year's Weekend~ Dalhousie Castle in Scotland

I think my very favorite New Year's in recent history
was the year we traveled from Paris to Scotland with family.
My sister booked us into Dalhousie Castle, a 13th century castle near Edinburgh,
where upon arrival they realized they'd forgotten to tell us about the 
Murder Mystery group who had filled the restaurant to capacity.
 So they prepared us our own little dining room
in front of a fire, bringing us each course
and waiting on us like royalty. 


After dinner we retired to The Library for our evening glass of scotch,
not too peaty, if ye please.


We even had someone to pour it for us.
(Love the bar behind the secret bookshelf compartment!)
We each picked a book from the 'library shelf'
and read while sipping our scotch
(until the Mystery dinner was over and the library
became infiltrated with loud murder mystery revelers for their after-dinner scotch. The nerve!)


The entry to the castle is filled with deco beauty and wall art...


as well as, at the time, my niece and nephew
(better known as My French Babies!).



We retired to our beautiful rooms located in the old carriage house



and were treated to a bagpipe concert in the morning.



If you've ever wanted to stay in a castle,
I highly recommend Dalhousie
though I've only stayed in one~~ so far!


But the best part (not to be missed)~ the tradition of Hogmanay ("a gift given at New Year").

In earlier times in the Highlands,
Hogmanay was celebrated on New Year's Day
by blessing the household and livestock with 'magic' water
from a river crossed by both the living and the dead
and fumigating the house with smoking juniper branches.

Today, Hogmanay starts with an outstanding torch-lit procession in Edinburgh.
For a small price, everyone in the crowd buys their own torch
and follows the procession, to the sound of bagpipes and drums,
 through Edinburgh's historic old town along Princes street to Calton Hill
where the torches are thrown onto a Viking ship to watch it burn like a giant bonfire.

Auld Lang Syne is sung arm in arm (a Scottish poem by Robert Burns set to music)
and fireworks fill the sky. (BTW~Money from the sale of the torches goes to a children's charity!)
Several online sites have named Edinburgh's Hogmanay as the top-listed
New Year's Eve party in the world.
I'd have to agree!

And if you're looking for more fun,
January 25th is Burns Night, the celebration of Robert Burns' birth in 1759.
You can also catch a Burns Night Supper at The Auld Alliance in Paris
(80, rue Francois Miron in the Marais) for poems, songs and food.
And, of course, Scotch!

"We two have run about the slopes
and picked the daisies fine,
But we've wandered many a weary foot
since auld lang syne.
We two have paddled in the stream
from morning sun till dine,
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.
And there's a hand my trusty friend!
And give us a hand o' thine!
And we'll take a right good-will draught
for auld lang syne."



(All photography copyright: Kirsten Steen)