The following weekend, September 27, we headed to York for a visit. To provide some context, the engineering college takes every freshmen class to York to take in the wonderful architecture and many bridges. We were blessed with a second, perfect weekend.
On the ride, I spotted this little gate. The countryside looks very English. There are, in fact, rolling green hills with rock walls and hedges separating sheep pastures.
Most street signs in England are nearly invisible. They place them high up on the sides of buildings, made out of the same block the buildings are constructed from, with slightly raised or sunken letters. Generally, this means getting lost often. In York, they're prepared for tourists, providing signs not for streets, but for the things people might want.
The York Minster is the largest Gothic cathedral this side of Italy, according to my tour book.
We used it as a photo op- Carla, me, Savi, Amrita, and Kim.
Perhaps my favorite part of English towns are the little cobblestone side streets. Brenda, Savi, Carla and Kim.
This may or may not be the Great East Window of the York Minster. If it is, it is the largest medieval stained glass window in the world.
Clifford's tower was the sight of one of England's worst anti-Jewish violent outbreaks in 1190. It's one of the last bits left of the York Castle.
We climbed up it to see the view.
It
did have one of the nicest views of York. Most buildings could be spotted with the help of a little cartoon skyline posted at the top of the tower.
These ruins of St. Mary's Abbey provided the backdrop of gardens surrounding a few museums. It reminded me of Narnia, when the children return to discover their old home. There was at least one middle school on a field trip here, and kids and teens of all ages ran and played on the pretty green lawns.
Then we crashed a wedding. What a nice day and picturesque place for a wedding!
Again, with England's side streets. This one took us to the art museum, our last stop before we headed home.
This was our last beautiful view of York. If I ever return, a ferry ride up the river would be my first activity.
On the ride, I spotted this little gate. The countryside looks very English. There are, in fact, rolling green hills with rock walls and hedges separating sheep pastures.
Most street signs in England are nearly invisible. They place them high up on the sides of buildings, made out of the same block the buildings are constructed from, with slightly raised or sunken letters. Generally, this means getting lost often. In York, they're prepared for tourists, providing signs not for streets, but for the things people might want.
The York Minster is the largest Gothic cathedral this side of Italy, according to my tour book.
We used it as a photo op- Carla, me, Savi, Amrita, and Kim.
Perhaps my favorite part of English towns are the little cobblestone side streets. Brenda, Savi, Carla and Kim.
This may or may not be the Great East Window of the York Minster. If it is, it is the largest medieval stained glass window in the world.
Clifford's tower was the sight of one of England's worst anti-Jewish violent outbreaks in 1190. It's one of the last bits left of the York Castle.
We climbed up it to see the view.
It did have one of the nicest views of York. Most buildings could be spotted with the help of a little cartoon skyline posted at the top of the tower.
These ruins of St. Mary's Abbey provided the backdrop of gardens surrounding a few museums. It reminded me of Narnia, when the children return to discover their old home. There was at least one middle school on a field trip here, and kids and teens of all ages ran and played on the pretty green lawns.
Then we crashed a wedding. What a nice day and picturesque place for a wedding!
Again, with England's side streets. This one took us to the art museum, our last stop before we headed home.
This was our last beautiful view of York. If I ever return, a ferry ride up the river would be my first activity.
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