The truth pales next to your colorful interpretations.
I traveled to Scotland in August of 2005. It was at the height of the Edinburgh International Festival. Part of the joy of the festival is that it is more than one festival intermingled. The core events include ballet, operas and the Military Tattoo dotted around the city. The connective tissue to each grand event are fringe events…avant guard theatrics of one act plays, comedic movements, modern dance. Walking from event grand or fringe there is a stream of street performers. Some street performances were shilling the fringe events performing scenes for free to the punters to lure them into their formalized for fee shows. Other street performers were selling cds or dvds for cash…dazzling gather crowds with their trickery or fine music. And finally there was this man…a guy out to get a few sheckles without much of an act. A Hugh Laurie like fellow who approached to his street comedy with the same warmth and care that House would utilize in his bedside manor. I can’t even remember one trick or joke he made…he was hostile and crass. Angry when people would not laugh…he told his sad story of being a failed artist and that he now made his living every year at the festival. I can’t even remember why he was changing. The sign was meant as a cheap laugh while he awkwardly dropped trow on the Royal Mile. He was grimy…in thought and deed. Look at the spectators’ faces…they could be viewing any array of things…but the emotion they display is far from entertained. It was such a weird feeling entertainer and crowd at odds with each other…the very moment that the act bombed. I took a few shots and then moved on to dinner.
The salmon was fabulous.
Another in a series of found Photos.