One of the strangest effects of lockdown in a busy and bustling tourist city such as Edinburgh was the silence of the streets. An odd, unsettling sight. Freedom perhaps for those who live and work on the streets but no tourists, no passers-by, also meant a loss of income for those who rely on spare change.
The silence spoke into the panic: did it create a sense of peace or have the eerie quality of a post-apocalyptic nightmare? What did the silence mean for you?
