Scottish Weddings

As Stan and I wandered to lunch this weekend, we caught sight of a wedding limo. And not just one limo, but three! It's so fun when we stumble across Scottish wedding parties. All the men wear matching tartans, sometimes with some peculiarity added in for fun. Like the group in the purple kilts we saw in Portobello. All the men had shaved their hair into mohawks. I wonder how the bride felt about that!
     And then there are the traditional ones, in the hunters green or navy-based tartans, done up in formal Scottish dress. Truly, I don't think there's any attire more dashing.
     I'll work harder to get photos of these for you in the future, as it's often-times a bit awkward to snap photos like these. I suppose you'll just have to take my word for it!
     After this particular spotting, we popped across the street to Chez Jules Bistro for lunch (that yellow and red sign). It's authentic French fare and one of our mainstays. It's quite reasonable - salad, flank steak, and frites for £9. Can't beat it!