How about a FAIL-to-sleep place? Namely, the train from London to Edinburgh? This is something that was actually chronicled on the former iteration of The Blog, so I will refer you there for details. Oh, that horrible orange light!
I then made up for it, in part, by zonking out in the Scottish National Gallery, much to the amusement of my friend, who found me in rapt contemplation of...the inside of my eyelids, seated bolt upright in from of a great big mural. I believe the painting in question is whatever hangs on the left-hand (east?) wall of room A3 on the second level there.
That's as much as I remember about it, unfortunately.
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