Mclean remembered a time, not so long ago, when all the Edinburgh family firms, the lawyers and stockbrokers,merchant bankers and importers of fine wares had their office the grand old houses of the west end, now the streets were full of basement restaurants, boutique shops, health clubs and expensive apartments. times changed, but the city always adapted. – page 99
Carstairs Weddell occupied the entirety of a large Georgian terraced house in the west end of the city. where the more modern and progressive law firms had moved into purpose built offices on the lothian road of further out towards Gogarburn, this one small partnership had held out against the tides of change. – page 99
2. MURDER SCENE – ST GILES CATHEDRAL
As it was, their destination was only a few minutes from his flat. Patrol cars flashed blue lights on the cobbles of the royal mile just across from St Giles Cathedral as uniforms fended off curious friday night revellers, keen to get an eyeful of whatever was happening. – page 145
St Giles Cathedral ….http://www.stgilescathedral.org.uk/
3 A GIRL FALLS FROM THE NORTH BRIDGE:
Waverley station was busy at the best of times. with the festival and the fringe in full flow it was a nightmare of milling backpacks, horn-tooting taxis and lost tourists. throw in an ambulance , a couple of squad cars and a halt on all train movements and the chaos was complete – 220
Stepping out on the station roof was a strange experience. it was a completely new vista of the city, looking up at the underside of North Bridge and the lower basement of the North British Hotel, McLean always thought of it as the North British. As far as he was concerned, Balmoral was a castle in Aberdeenshire – page 225
4. INSPECTOR MCLEAN AND EMMA DISCUSS THE CASE IN A THAI RESTO NEAR THE STATION – 296
I don’t know if this was the inspiration but I went in anyway and ate a meal fit for an inspector!
And he is right, their deserts are pretty special!
5. THE FESTIVAL- 326
The city never really slept, especially during the festival. The usual crowd of late shift workers and rough sleepers was augmented by drunken students and wannabe actors , dustbin men and road sweepers. The streets were quiet in comparison with the day , but it was early yet, and a steady stream of cars still fought their single-occupant ways to destinations unknown.
Well I leave Edinburgh for now – I’m reading Book Of Souls and have a chat with the author himself soon – right on this very blog! I’m very excited about it.