A city shrouded in mist, draped in rain, steeped in mystery, with the spirit of Harry Potter present everywhere: in the shops, the cafés, and the stories that locals treat either as a treasured heritage or as a shadow they can’t shake.
This is a city you want to visit in autumn, to sit in a small café overlooking wet, cobbled streets, watching raindrops blur the golden leaves as the wind cuts through them, and the occasional Scottish drizzle falls, making you want to write everything that comes to mind—by pen on paper—or step outside when the sun peeks through the clouds, sit on a bench with a book, then wander into a vintage shop, pick up a vinyl record, and for a moment feel transported to another world—unhurried, genuine, and free from any need to shine.
Edinburgh carries an air of lofty elegance, but that elegance belongs to the buildings. The Old Town, with its stone facades, bridges, and cobbles, looks like a stage set, yet there’s no sense of distance in the air—just a soft mist in which you can lose yourself for a while. Here, you can buy a cashmere sweater and a Harry Potter wand, marvel at city views, wander through the University of Edinburgh campus alive with music, conversation, and light. And yet, there’s also the New Town, with its low-rise buildings, charming houses, bookstores, quiet cafés, and walks leading all the way to the sea.
Scotland’s capital—with its characteristic soft accent, which you might not always understand, but which will linger in your mind long after you leave.
