A different view of my capital

I swear you hear the oddest things at times. There I was yesterday sitting on a bench in Princes st. A middle-aged woman with a strong northern English accent sat down beside me. I was quietly munching on a sandwich when she took out her phone. Her side of the conversation went like this: "hello love... yes, that's me arrived in Edinburgh... First time, uh, huh! ...To be honest it looks a lot like Preston!"

(Oops, did I just spit out my lunch?)