Tartan Tales

Tartan Tales, a photo by Paris Set Me Free on Flickr.

Sitting in a Paris pub you don't generally expect to see a picture of a bellicose sabre-wielding Scot, nor a list of the principle clans on the wall.

This is reality, however, in one of Paris' two or three Scottish watering holes, either the Highlander, the Auld Alliance or the Thistle, I can't quite remember which.

I was born in Edinburgh, and my grandfather, from the Highlands, was always adamant about us having a tartan and wore it proudly. I've never worn a kilt, but I think I had a pair of tartan trousers at one point in my early years. Thanks mum. The photo's unfortunately been misplaced...