Halfway through my two weeks in Scotland, I found myself in the burgh of Linlithgow, a little town I probably would never have visited except it was the locus for the whole reason I’d visited Scotland in the first place. A wedding.
It’s a sunny morning in Glasgow and I’m standing in front of the Doulton Fountain, the world’s largest terracotta fountain and one of the more famous Glasgow attractions. It squirts water. It’s tall. It’s ornate. And it’s orange. I know it’s supposed to be special, but for whatever reason, I just don’t get it.
As much as I love visiting big cities and more popular destinations, sometimes you just need a little small(er)-town charm every now and again.