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York.

Date Written: September 4, 2017
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Ghost tours I never go on and bearded men I fear.  Vikings and Romans and newly invading Poles.  Rivers two and churches and pubs aplenty.  Draught Guinness in The Cross Keys and fish and chips in The Roman Baths.  Being jostled down The Shambles once again.  Pleasure boats followed by honking geese.  Once the largest railway station in the world.  Curved platforms and roof and a clock or two.  City walls and loud Americans from New York city.  Poor old Guy Fauwks and great Constantine.  Bridges to cross in sunshine, fog and pouring rain.   Why we keep going back time and again.

One comment on “York.”

  1. John Critchley     September 5, 2017

    I love visiting York, it is a great city to visit.

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