
In one of life’s randomness that tends to afflict me, I ended up in Perth, a former city of aboot 50 thousant fowk, with a rich and turbulent heritage intimately tied with the River Tay, a historical centre for whisky and once the gateway to the Highlands in the age of railways. It’s square shaped layout hinted to a past medieval walled city but the modern streets are clean, colourful and full of art and culture with great shopping and eating choices.
Incidentally, whilst families with 1.8 children and orthodontically perfect convivial couples strolled or biked around the picturesque parks and riversides, it appears bored roaming teenagers are a common affliction of many UK towns and cities. It’s all so samey with their emblematic “hoodie” look. Ugh.
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