You don’t come here for kicks, you come here for the good life What’s going for it? It’s called the Fair City. Too right. It’s a looker. Standing on the bridge over the river, gawping at Tay Street and the city skyline, I doubt there’s a prettier city in the nation. So neat are its sober grey streets, so handsome its architecture, so prim and perfect its gardens, I can hardly imagine fiery old John Knox in St John’s Kirk all those centuries ago, kickstarting the Scottish reformation. You don’t come to Perth for kicks these days; you come for the good life. Its economy rests on whisky and insurance. It is equipped with nice restaurants for date nights; parks for conker-hunting with the kids in the honied autumn light; soft, green, squelchy countryside for Sunday walks with the in-laws; property for sale straight out of Elle Decoration.The case against Perhaps a little uptight in parts. Not the cheapest part of Scotland. Continue reading…
Source : theguardian.com
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