Day Nine, Ten, Eleven
Alrighty. So Saturday and Sunday I visited cathedrals and graveyards. It didn't seem right, taking pictures of them. Disrespect or something like that. Although, if you want to google "Glasgow Cathedral" and "Glasgow Necropolis" you'll find plenty of pictures there. At a suggestion, I went to one of the local cathedrals (there are more 19th century gothic cathedrals than you can swing a cat at) to hear one of their services. I went to a choral-led service. The music was superb, the building is custom built for those tones and voices. Content wise, it was different than I'm used to, but honestly I was more focused on the music and the echoes of the voices from the stone around me. This morning (Monday) I caught a cab at 4:30 in the morning to the airport. This Scottish cabbie was far more friendly and helpful. Although every time I get into a black cab I think of the BBC Sherlock episode. FYI, Glasgow airport is a maze. The drop off point is hidden...