Moar photos

[highlyeccentric]

Bootham Bar - my way in/out of the city each day.



I decided to undertake the wall walk! But was foiled by an iron gate at the top of these stairs. Of course it turned out that it wasn't locked, as I discovered when I got back here along the top of the wall, having ascended at Monk Bar.

Anyone want to volunteer an explanation for why all the gates of York are something-Bar? And also a number of outlying areas: several of the Park-and-Ride sites are at something-Bar as well.



I didn't get into York Minster.



Some sods were having a graduation.



York's oldest row of houses.



Now home to a Thai restaurant. I find this somehow satisfying.

I went ferretting around in charity shops on Goodramgate - didn't find any trousers (although I found enough trousers in the wrong size which were made by the same brand as the fabulous pair I picked up in Bristol last year that I retain hope), but did acquire a black, panelled skirt that's both high-waisted and knee-length on me. I think it's a little bigger on me than the one I brought over here last year - I hope so, or my "buy clothes that look similar but fit better" plan has failed. It's still not -perfect- but I couldn't not buy it. The day before yesterday, on the way to the Tower, I also picked up a long-sleeve sweatertop and a green satin evening top from a charity shop. York has good charity shops, I say.



Monk Bar gatehouse. It has all kinds of touristy crap in it. I did not investigate.



York Minster from the city wall.







Very defensible things, city walls.



Proof the city of York is not currently under siege.





Bootham Bar gatehouse again. Actualfax portcullis!



The Merchant Adventurers Hall. At this point I decided it was raining and I was tired and cranky, so I went home instead of going in. I did buy three pairs of tights on the walk between Bootham and here, though! Red ones and blue ones for DRESS LIKE A CRAYON days, and fine-mesh fishnets just because.

Comments

[liseuse]

I hope you are having fun in rainy York! (I live about six miles out. It's raining here as well)

They are called bars because they are the old toll-gates, where country people coming into the city to sell produce had to pay a toll - they were barred from entrance unless they paid up.

[highlyeccentric]

Oh! If I knew that was where you lived or thereabouts I'd have tried to arrange a meetup! :)

[liseuse]

The next time you are in the UK, and vaguely in my area of the woods we should try!

[lefaym]

Oooh, bringing back my owm memories of York!

I miss the UK.