We arrived yesterday and after a pub lunch off into York we went. We were dropped off outside M&S and within a couple of minutes we'd walked down a narrow alleyway and stumbled across Whip-Ma-Whop-Ma Gate one of the smallest, if not the smallest street in York. As well as the name I love the fact that the number is 11/2.
Then we had a walk up The Shambles. This is a really narrow street filled with lots of little shops and cafes. Mentioned in the Doomsday book most of the buildings date from the 13th/14th century. There's even a shrine in one of the houses to a Margaret Clitheroe, harbourer of Catholic priests, until she was sentenced to death by crushing on Good Friday 1586.
York is a really busy place but the atmosphere is very relaxed.
No rushing from A to B, most people seem content to meander around going about their business, stopping every now and then to watch the street performers.
There's even time to stop and stroke an alpaca or two, as you do in York!
And then of course, there's York Minster. There are no words that would really do justice to this magnificent building so here's a picture to feast your eyes on. There was a queue to go inside and nobody, (apart from me), really wanted to anyway.
So instead we climbed the steps and walked around the city wall.
Then it was back through the centre where Amy did some clothes shopping and Thomas bought himself a ukulele, something he's been wanting for a while now. Bet the Premier Inn residents love us!
Waiting for the taxi to pick us up it struck me how funny England can be. I took this photo stood on the steps of M&S looking at an historic house which was possibly built in the 15th Century which has a Greggs and a BetFred next to it.
You can't help but love our eccentricity. Only in the UK.