eptivity

Since we’ve been spending the last few weeks trying to find someplace to live up Northish, we took the opportunity over the May Day Bank Holiday to visit the even farther up-Northish city of York.

I approve.

It’s a lovely city on some water, which is always nice, and old walls you can walk on top of, and a cathedral, and lots of nice shopping. We did have our worst British meal ever there, but we also found a really good vegetarian restaurant which I’m sure we’ll return to when we make everyone who comes to visit us in future take a quick trip up to the city.

You may have noticed, Internets, that my photographic offerings can be a bit hit and/or miss. I tend to get bored/distracted/lazy when it comes to taking touristy pictures, and if it’s cold out, you can just forget it. [Point and then shoot?! You must be joking.]

So here’s what I got you from York:

A pretty bridge over the River Ouse, as viewed from:

Then there was this big religious building that we were too cheap to tour:

And finally, signage for York’s shortest street:

And, uh, that’s all I got. See what I mean with the hitting or perhaps missing? I even forgot to backtrack to get a picture of the old timey painted advertisement promising that “Nightly Bile Beans Keep You Healthy, Bright-Eyed & Slim.” Clearly, I cannot be trusted.

Tune in next time for a photo-less account of our straight-up weirdest museum experience ever.

Why show when you can tell?