There is a Rose Street—for all I know more than one—in Edinburgh, brick surfaced and small and seemingly a good choice for pubs. This is how one is to know for certain that it is, indeed, Rose Street.
And these are from the gardens in the park below Princes St.; I saw no sign of a white rose anywhere, but these are doing well for mid-September, and there were quite some lot of them.
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