For those of us who do all we can to avoid walking the gauntlet that is Princes Street, Edinburgh (even now the teams have been installed it's still a bit of a bun fight) the parallel running Rose Street is a welcome retreat. Relatively pedestrianised (when festival theatre company vans aren't unloading) it is pleasant enough in its own right.
This year it has been gloriously decked out with Rob Ryan-esque cut out metal work: window coverings, plant containers and murals deck the surfaces. Really weaving in the verses of a Robert Louis Stevenson poem 'Songs of Travel X'
I am yet to discover the artist of such work... Any clues?
No comments:
Post a Comment