Mendelssohn described the experience in a letter home, very likely written from the home of George Hogarth (1783-1870) where Mendelssohn and Klingemann stayed as guests at 19 Albany Street:
Felix Mendelssohn – letter, Edinburgh, 28 July 1829:
It is Sunday when we arrive in Edinburgh; then we cross the meadows, going towards two desperately steep rocks, which are called Arthur’s Seat, and climb up. Below on the green are walking the most variegated people, women, children, and cows; the city stretches far and wide; in the middle is the castle, like a bird’s nest on a cliff; beyond the castle come meadows, then hills, then a broad river; beyond the river again hills; then a mountain rather more stern on which stands Stirling Castle; then blue distance begins; further on you perceive a faint shadow, which they call Ben Lomond. All this is but one half of Arthur’s Seat; the other is simple enough, it is the great blue sea, immeasurably wide, studded with white sails, black funnels, little insects of skiffs, boats, rocky islands and such like. Why need I describe it? When God himself takes to panorama-painting, it turns out strangely beautiful. Few of my Switzerland reminiscences can compare to this; everything here looks so stern and robust, half enveloped in haze or smoke or fog; moreover, there is to be a bagpipe-competition tomorrow; many Highlanders came in costume from church, victoriously leading their sweet-hearts in their Sunday attire, and casting magnificent and important looks over the world; with long red beards, tartan plaids, bonnets and feathers, naked knees, and their bagpipes in their hands, they passed quietly along by the half-ruined grey castle on the meadow, where Mary Stuart lived in splendour and saw Rizzio murdered. I feel as if time went at a very rapid pace when I have before me so much that was and so much that is.
Edinburgh clearly made a positive impression on Felix. He continues in the same letter:
It is beautiful here! In the evening a cool breeze is wafted from the sea, and then all objects appear clearly and sharply defined against the grey sky; the light from the windows glitter brilliantly; so it was yesterday when I…called at the post-office for your letter of the 13th inst. I read it with a particular zest in Princes Street, Edinburgh. In Edinburgh, a letter from under the yew tree in Leipziger Strasse! My swim was pleasant too today, and afloat on the waves I thought of you all, how very closely we are linked together, and yet I was in the deep Scottish ocean, that tastes very briny. Dobberan is lemonade compared to it.
Whether I shall see Sir Walter Scott here, although I have a letter to him from one of his intimate friends in London, is quite uncertain; yet I hope so, chiefly to escape a scolding from you, dear mother, if I return without having seen the lion.
On the evening of Thursday 30 July they visited Holyrood Palace in Edinburgh where Mendelssohn found the inspiration for the opening of his new Scottish Symphony. He described the experience in a letter home, dated 30 July 1829. Below this letter there are two images which show that the Abbey at Holyrood Palace is virtually unchanged since Mendelssohn visited it in 1829 - the first image is of the Abbey painted by Louis Daguerre in 1824, just five years before Mendelssohn went there; and the second is a video taken in 2009. The only noticeable differences are that the stone lattice work in the large window at the far end of the Abbey has been repaired at some point between 1829 and 2009, and the "grass and ivy" which grew there in the 1820s and can be seen in Daguerre's painting and which Mendelssohn mentions in his letter, has disappeared from the top of the wall on the left.