On the network often spread some soul chicken soup or so-and-so said, see more although greasy, but some really very reasonable. You fall in love with a city because you fall in love with a person. After deduction can actually be summed up as, because of a point and fall in love with a surface. Fall in love with Chengdu because of delicious, fall in love with Lijiang because of small bars, fall in love with Lhasa because of the sacred feelings of literary and artistic young people. I, on the other hand, fell in love with Edinburgh for Elephant House and one of its maintenance workers.

As the capital of Scotland, Edinburgh is not the largest city, the "largest" crown has been lost to Glasgow, but this does not prevent this century old city with its long history and many world-renowned architecture continues to be a tourist highlight throughout Scotland. The ancient Castle, St. Gile Cathedral, the University of Edinburgh, the Royal Mile and Princess Street are all places worth visiting. Some I went to, like church; Some I didn't go to, like old castles. Something I didn't mention, but I went to twice, was the Elephant House.

Unfamiliar people can not imagine, familiar people soon understand, it is the small cafe where Harry Potter was born. Rowling sat there, ordered coffee, and then glided out of the wizarding world of Hogwarts with the tip of her pen. When I went there, the Birthplace of Harry Potter was still written on the glass cabinet. The most popular signs in the store are paintings of elephants and newsletters about Rowling. Even on the bathroom walls and roofs, people have written about what Rowling thought and felt about Harry Potter. A lot of people are thanking Rowling. This little shop seems to have some kind of magic, giving me the idea to grab my computer, order a cup of coffee, and fluently write down my new travel diary. That's why I wanted to go again the next day. After being pestered by a Bulgarian to discuss life the next day, I ended up rushing there on the third day to write some postcards and order a pot of tea and a 4.5-pound butter biscuit in the shape of an elephant.

More than a month later, when my parents finally decided not to travel and my plan to show them Edinburgh fell through, I really felt a little sorry. At that time, I was in a hurry and had not yet gone to many places. Now I can only recall the layout of the old and new cities of that city in my mind, and of course the Elephant House. Speaking of this, in fact, forgetting a big point, it is also very likely to become an entertainment news.

The first day I went, just in time for the white overalls maintenance workers to put up the sign, so that I can not find the coffee shop in close proximity. I walked to the other side of the road and waited quietly to take a picture after the sign was put up, but I didn't expect the maintenance man to come straight to me after the hanging. I told him in a certain tone that it was very right, and he looked at the camera in my hand and said that many people are taking pictures here, I said that you and your ladder are also on the camera, he laughed and said, I will move the ladder for you. So, we met, and he took my picture. By the time I had settled a dinner and emerged from the cafe, he (whose name I have sadly forgotten more than a month later) had told me the "big secret" that the Wesley Brothers were based on his twin sons.

He said his daughter took an acting class when she was a child, and that she was in the same school as Rowling's daughter, and that he often brought his twin sons to pick her up from class. After the show that day, his wife went with him to pick up their children from school, and when Rowling and her daughter walked by in the distance, his wife recognized him and told him. He said Rowling must have met his twins to get the idea for the Wesleyan brothers in the book. Finally, he asked me if I believed it, and I said I'd rather believe it. He himself said it could be true, it could be false, who knows. However, when he showed me a picture of his twin sons on his phone, I noticed that their hair was actually a little red. After we talked like this for over half an hour, he said he was going home for dinner and was coming over to paint in the evening, and I said I was going back to the hotel to write down his story. Finally, at my insistence, I shook his hand, which was dirty from work, and we parted.

If I had the chance, I would like to go to Edinburgh again, to the places I haven't had time to visit, to the places I have been to but would like to visit again.