Fun In Glasgow

We spent only 24 hours in Glasgow. I would have like to have spent more time there, but my wife was ambivalent about the place. We strolled about the business district, had some ale at an auctioneers' house converted into a pub, accidentally insinuated ourselves into the Modern Art Museum after closing time, sighed in disappointed recognition at the mercantile tackiness of St. Enoch's Shopping Centre, and walked nervously along the Clyde, past punkish teenagers, grungy pubs and various men cruising for drugs or something else. I find authenticity in the disreputable, but my wife does not. The only part of Glasgow she liked was the university, with its medieval architecture and its wonderful museums. She even preferred the college pubs, especially Tennant's, where the walls of the hallways leading to the restrooms are lined with photographs of the regulars and even the eighty-year olds flirt with each other.