Glasgow

The next day we finished touring museums, and then we took a train to Glasgow, which is a fairly short hop. We went there with a mission: see as much of Charles Rennie Mackintosh’s work as was possible. The first night we found Glasgow’s Mussel Inn and had dinner and did a little recon, trying to figure out where the important things were. Got some sleep and in the morning, we started our tour with breakfast at one of the Willow Tea Rooms, then went to the Lighthouse, the Scotland Street School, the House for an Art Lover (wow), and the Glasgow School of Art (wow), followed by afternoon tea (wow) at another Willow Tea Room. We walked and rode the subway to get everywhere. Great subway; it just goes in a big circle so it’s not like you can get lost or anything.
After tea we pretty much gave out and started walking back to the hotel, but it was Friday going-home time, and there was a respectable reggae band playing outside on one of the plazas we walked through, so we sat down and people- watched for a while before heading back.
Glasgow is a modern city with a few old touches; it was more generic in a way than the other places we had been, in the sense that it could’ve been any post-industrial European city, but it had a funky edge that was cool. The best way to sum it up was the bagpipers. In Edinburgh we kept passing by people laying bagpipes, always in kilts with all the bells and whistles. In Glasgow we only passed by one bagpiper and he was a skinny rockstar/heavy-metal looking dude, all in tight black jeans and tee-shirt, with long hair down his back.
Anyway, by this point I was tired. That’s a lot of walking in a week. So I was glad to be entering the last leg of the journey. We took a train to Manchester.