I must speak of the wobbly stone.  Every day for three days, I would meet my girlfriend outside of the Edinburgh's Christmas fair (or simply called Edinburgh Christmas--copy/pasted from here on in).  I found this loose tile in the sidewalk a few feet from the gateway.  It was mildly distracting to balance upon said stone and wobble back and forth while I waited.  I didn't move until she arrived.  And when she did, we would turn and, locked in arms, pass under the arch of the Christmas fair.\n\nWhat an amazing stroke of luck.  The day after I arrived in Edinburgh, the Edinburgh Christmas fair opened up.  Occupying most of Princes Street Gardens, the Edinburgh Christmas is basically dozens of booths selling various foods and trinkets with the odd Christmas themed recreational event thrown in for good measure.  This includes an ice rink, a Ferris wheel, a carousel and a theater which I never entered.  The main draws are the booths, dozens of them.  \n\nA few other reviews have been critical of the event, claiming that it's lost some its charm.  What these people don't appreciate is how impressive the event is when compared to others found in smaller venues...like my home town.  What I'm saying is that even if the Edinburgh Christmas has lost some appeal, it still remains an amazing attraction if one finds him or herself in Edinburgh in the winter.  What I appreciate the most is that the Edinburgh Christmas caters to those wishing to wander in a chilly but not uncomfortable evening for a few hours looking for unique experiences to enjoy.  I strolled through the fair several times during my vacation and found it satisfying each time.  \n\nI admit there is considerable duplication; several vendors market identical items such as candle holders and hats at identical prices.  However, there are still numerous unique booths you'd have to search to find.  Only one sells authentic big pretzels while another singular table sells novelty notebooks and iPad covers.  I bought three wheels of cheese from one vender near the entrance.  A personal favorite were a pair of boisterous men with beards selling various foreign chocolates, exclaiming them to the passing crowds.  Excluding the novelty shops, I must take moment to talk about the food venders, selling everything from mulled wine, to cotton candy, to French crepes drenched in molten nutella, to bratwurst as long as your arm.  Although some people refer to this as a German festival, I noticed as many representations from the Netherlands.  I enjoyed poffertjes and the aforementioned French crepes drenched in hazelnut chocolate sauce.  The girlfriend and I took a ride on the Ferris wheel, lifting us into an amazing vista of Edinburgh's horizon a few minutes after sunset.  \n\nAnd it feels like Christmas.  \n\nI bought the novelty notebook.  I bought the wheels of cheese.  I enjoyed the Polish krakowska.  If I had more time, I could have purchased more, eaten more, regardless of how disappointing this festival was over others which Edinburgh boasts.  I would have taken the girlfriend on the carousel she so badly wanted to ride.  \n\nIf this what accounts for a small fair--a disappointing fair--then I cannot wait to return to Edinburgh in the future and see what their good fairs look like.