— — the stone the rain keeps black.
“A city built on a volcano, the Old Town climbing from Holyrood up to the Castle along a single ridge. The stone goes black in the rain. Smoke drifted here so steadily for so long they called it Auld Reekie. In August the streets fill for the Fringe and then go quiet again by September. from the studio
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Edinburgh is Scotland's capital, set on the southern shore of the Firth of Forth and built across seven hills carved by Ice Age glaciers. The Old Town climbs the basalt spine of Castle Rock, an extinct volcanic plug roughly 340 million years old, while the Georgian grid of the New Town spreads to the north. Together the two halves form a single UNESCO World Heritage site listed in 1995. The city sits at about 56 degrees north, closer to Moscow than to London.
The dark masonry that gives Edinburgh its weather-blackened look is mostly Craigleith and Hailes sandstone, quarried within a few miles of the city through the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Centuries of coal smoke from domestic fires earned the nickname Auld Reekie, the old smoky one, recorded as far back as the 1600s. Postwar cleaning has lifted the soot off many New Town facades, but the Royal Mile keeps its deep grey. The Castle wall itself rests directly on the volcanic rock, with no foundation course.
For three weeks every August the city hosts the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, the largest performing-arts festival in the world, with more than 3,000 shows in over 250 venues. The Edinburgh International Festival runs alongside it. On 31 December, Hogmanay draws crowds to Princes Street for one of Europe's largest street parties, with a torchlight procession descending from Calton Hill the night before. Between festivals the city is markedly quieter, and the weather, even in August, asks for a jacket.