One short train ride away from Edinburgh and we are in Glasgow. It’s spring and the sun is shining, even though we are in Scotland and one does not expect a clear sky in Scotland. At some point during the day it drizzles, at another it’s windy, then it’s sunny again. If you don’t like the weather in Scotland, just wait five minutes and it will change.
Glasgow has even more inhabitants than Edinburgh. People make Glasgow, but we don’t know any people in Glasgow, so we walk around and look around and take pictures and have some fish and chips, because of course we do. Then we take the train back in the evening and feel like we didn’t really understand Glasgow, we didn’t really get it, it wasn’t made for us, the tourists, it was made for its inhabitants. But that’s okay. It’s often that I visit a city and I wonder what it’s like to live there every day, what kind of lives do these people lead, what do they do, where do they eat, do they even notice the tourist attractions when they walk by them every day? With Glasgow I feel like I can understand. It reminds me of home in a way. It’s lived in. Real. Gritty.