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Now that the Fringe is over, Edinburgh has taken on a eerie calm. Dog-eared fliers waft along near empty streets; once bustling venues appear deserted; and somewhere a loan juggler valiantly juggles on, no-one quite having the heart to tell him its over.
I'm always amazed by the mass exodus that follows the end of the fringe. The circus really has left town.
Except for the difficulty of walking anywhere at any speed, I shall rather miss it.
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