As we arrived at the Palace of Holyroodhouse at the terminus of the Royal Mile, there were two men dressed as Santa Claus draping a huge banner over the Scottish Parliament Building. Didn’t stick around long enough to watch them get arrested, but did get good shots of the growing crowd of press and tourists.
At the Palace, the edge was taken off the guilded opulence by the hundreds of years of history that also took place at that site. Many Mary relics are housed at the Palace, including locks of her hair. Though noted for her beauty, I found the famous Queen of Scots to be sickly-white and otherwise rather plain and featureless. I suppose that to qualify as good looking back then, you just had to have all your teeth.
Behind the Palace is a ruined cathedral where many a notable royal was married, and later buried. The cathedral apparently housed a piece of the cross upon which Christ was crucified, called the Holy Rood, from which the palace drives its name. Short on time, we snapped a few silly shots and headed back to England.