|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.
|The start of the parade at the York Minster.|
|The crowd outside the cathedral.|
|Everyone was searching for the best view of the parade props.|
|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:
|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.
|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.
|This photo is not as clear as I hoped. But I had the Copper Dragon on the left, while Ryan had the Black Sheep.|