England Nov 2024, day 2: York tourism
Nov. 8th, 2024 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serindeAfter an indifferent night's sleep (much waking up of confused brain), we lumbered downstairs to the restaurant for a quite good breakfast; Full English pour lui, bacon & egg butty pour moi. We'd deliberately not made specific plans, electing to play it all by ear. In the event, we just stravaigled through the town, looking in (and occasionally going in) shops, ending up at Clifford's Tower, which has been much renovated from our last visit. It's still mostly ruined, but they've fixed up the inside, created some little exhibits in the tower's lobes (including an acknowledgment of the 1190 massacre of the Jewish community), and made a nice viewing area on the roof. After that, we ambled back through the Shambles, stopping at the very excellent pie place and taking our bounty into the pub next door.
At this point, I heard from the Academic Squad who were heading to York Minster to look at tomb sculptures, so we tootled over to join them. (Someday I may actually be able to see the Minster's vast array of true medieval stained glass in full glory; today was not that day, as the whole weekend continued overcast.) Beth and I took a guided tour while the others did them a photography. We left about 4pm and went looking for food, as that group had sort of skipped lunch and were ravenous, and to our mild surprise found a Portuguese tapas place that was both excellent and could support the various dietary restrictions in the party.
Much of the party returned to base; Beth and S. and I tried to get into the House of the Trembling Madness, which we enjoyed mightily on our prior visit, but 6pm on a Friday? HA HA HA HA no. We eventually fetched up at a J. Random Pub with a heated outdoor garden and had a pint, then split each to our own accommodations. S. and I watched a bit of telly (HIGNFY was about the only version of news I could put up with) and went to bed.
I confess, I bought shoes.
At this point, I heard from the Academic Squad who were heading to York Minster to look at tomb sculptures, so we tootled over to join them. (Someday I may actually be able to see the Minster's vast array of true medieval stained glass in full glory; today was not that day, as the whole weekend continued overcast.) Beth and I took a guided tour while the others did them a photography. We left about 4pm and went looking for food, as that group had sort of skipped lunch and were ravenous, and to our mild surprise found a Portuguese tapas place that was both excellent and could support the various dietary restrictions in the party.
Much of the party returned to base; Beth and S. and I tried to get into the House of the Trembling Madness, which we enjoyed mightily on our prior visit, but 6pm on a Friday? HA HA HA HA no. We eventually fetched up at a J. Random Pub with a heated outdoor garden and had a pint, then split each to our own accommodations. S. and I watched a bit of telly (HIGNFY was about the only version of news I could put up with) and went to bed.
I confess, I bought shoes.
