“Into no other city does the sight of the country enter so far; if you do not meet a butterfly, you shall certainly catch a glimpse of far-away trees upon your walk; and the place is full of theatre tricks in the way of scenery. You peep under an arch, you descend stairs that look as if they would land you in a cellar, you turn a corner . . . and there is the sun going down into the Highland hills.”
Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) Scottish novelist, poet, and essayist.
Quote from his book, Edinburgh: Picturesque Notes