|Princes Street at Dusk|
It was also high time for Understanding Frenchman to spend some time getting to know the quirks of my little country and my crazy family to allow him to appreciate what he might be getting himself in for, so he joined me just after Christmas to celebrate Hogmanay in Scotland.
|Country walks chez mes parents|
Because the Scots Kirk was historically against the idea of indulgent celebrating of religious occasions, New Year in Scotland is traditionally a bigger party than Christmas, and this year my family followed the same pattern. Christmas was quiet, but by the 31st, all the family was there. We didn't go into town for Hogmanay itself, so poor Understanding Frenchman got to witness champagne-fuelled singing and accordian playing at midnight, flanked on one side by family card games and on the other by heated political discussion instead. Luckily he came out still smiling and was even able to teach us the French version of Auld Lang Syne (Ce n'est qu'un au revoir, if you're interested.)
|Night Afore Fiesta|
|From the Royal Museum roof terrace|
|The Royal Mile|
And of course we had to have a trip to Marks and Spencer's, where Understanding Frenchman likes to buy his shirts. That's proof of integration for you.