The Minster

Our afternoon with the tour guide was canceled today. So Ryan and I set out on our own. We ran across some pretty swell sights.

One will find that the Minster looks great from about any vantage point. I think the city is currently working on the building. After walking around inside yesterday, I feel especially impressed by its upkeep. I'm convinced teams never stop painting, tightening or nailing.

As well, pictures do not do justice to the Minster's absolutely overwhelming presence. I've found that most buildings around the city find themselves simply dwarfed with respect to its size. I find myself using it as a landmark often.

Of interest, too, is that you'll see upon closer inspection of one of the photos that the wall surrounding the city weaves through several rather prim estates. The photos don't do the homes justice either, so let me just say that I've never ventured to a city that has felt more established or even as comfortable as York. Life goes on here as it has for ages. And I must remark, when I can walk to the market each morning to pick up fresh fruit, cheese and flowers, something must be going right.

I am also including polaroid's from our little venture to Whitby, the quaint yet decidedly Medieval coastal town that inspired Bram Stoker's Dracula.

JS