The longest three hundred meters await anyone stepping out on to The Royal Mile; the High Street Section.
Olympian athletes would toil to finish, rugby players would dodge and weave to exhaustion.
For the magic that is the High Street in August is all about the crowds.
If the population of Edinburgh doubles during the Fringe, then they all seem to fit in to the space that is the High Street.
It's TARDIS-like ability to swallow up people a true part of what make the Fringe a pleasure to some and a hindrance to others.
Those who hate the Fringe have no soul, no magic in them. They see only a crowded street and not the beauty there in.
The Fringe is the sum of all the elements that merge on the High street. It's the street performers, the production companies and the flyerers.
This melting pot of mayhem. Becomes the brew that wafts through Edinburgh for its three week run and delivers joy and magic that most will return for year in year out.
Return, of course I'll return.
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