The soot-blackened spires of the Old Town and battlements of the ancient castle were brave with banners. Flags of many nations streamed gaily from each two-decker tram. Shop windows glittered with Scottish silver and tartans. Even dour taxi drivers got into the spirit of the thing and gave unsolicited lectures on local points of interest. The sixth Edinburgh International Festival of Music and Drama was in full swing.
There was plenty of it. At 11 a.m. every day except the Sabbath for three weeks, there was scheduled a chamber music concert; at 2:30, a ballet or a performance by Monologist Emlyn Williams;...
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