What a difference a week makes.
Last Saturday, in brilliant early morning sunshine, Edinburgh Trams began running its commercial service between the Airport and York Place for the first time. Almost everybody loved them.
Artisan Roast even waxed lyrical on its Broughton Street A-board (right).
Seven days later, the sun has gone and the rain is lashing down on the capital with worse forecast over the coming hours.
And the honeymoon between Edinburgh and its trams is over, too. Well, at least it’s over at No. 57 where the resident artists have had second thoughts. Following some back-of-the serviette mathematics, they came up with this ...
