We left Scotland on Monday and headed south into England for a trip to historic York. The city smells like lavender, fresh baked bread and a hint of river (but pleasantly so). It was at least 5 degrees warmer when we arrived around 4 p.m. Monday afternoon. Although it cooled off later in the evening, it was nice to be without our coats for just a little while (I am so thoroughly sick of seeing pictures of me in that green rain jacket).
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| In the beautiful York train station. The green jacket hadn't come off yet. |
The city of York - which still shows remnants of its Roman and Norman histories - is celebrating the 800th anniversary of its charter this year. We wandered around for a few hours before coming across a small yet noisy parade. Turns out July 9 was the actual date the charter was signed, and fully costumed individuals representing city leaders paraded past the York Minster along with a marching band and a choir. The church bells pealed for a least a half hour as part of the festivities - once one set stopped, another church's seemed to start.
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| The start of the parade at the York Minster. |
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| The crowd outside the cathedral. |
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| Everyone was searching for the best view of the parade props. |
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| The parade participants stood at attention while waiting for the church bells to quiet down. The townspeople followed them to the town center. |
Photo of the day:
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| The River Ouse as twilight fell in York. |
Sign of the day: York has a lot of renamed streets. Some appear to have been changed for language or geographic purposes, but others might just have been for political correctness.
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| A narrow street in York. |
Beer of the day: There are a ton of beers local to the area, and Ryan and I each tried one on Monday night at the Exhibition Hotel.
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| This photo is not as clear as I hoped. But I had the Copper Dragon on the left, while Ryan had the Black Sheep. |
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