Ebor Gum

[steepholm]

It's hard to write something new about visiting so familiar and photogenic a city as York - a place where but to breathe is to find oneself in a timeslip novel. So I will just record here that I spent the weekend having a lovely time eating, drinking, talking and sightseeing with one of its newest citizens, the delightful Clementine Beauvais - who is not only a good friend and a rising academic star but a prolific author in both French and English (and still only in her mid-twenties, dammit). Otherwise, I'll let the pictures do the talking. I've put some similar pictures here before, I'm sure, so I won't go overboard.

Micklegate Bar


My old house, '85-'87


My old local




Climbing to the Minster roof. (I really like the "questing" expression of this picture.)


A Maid Cafe, Yorkshire Style


Breakfast Done Right

Comments

[lilliburlero]

Oh, York, splendid! The Stonegate devil used to really spook me when I was a kid... And your local was the Black Swan?

[steepholm]

Yes indeed. It was (and for that matter is) only thirty seconds' walk from the house, in St Saviour's Place. Those were two good years.

[lilliburlero]

Oh, what a great place to live. I've always wanted to live in York (my mum grew up there).

[thistleingrey]

I love the photo of the hardware store (and the navy blue dress is lovely).

[steepholm]

Thank you. (Dorothy Perkins...)

[cmcmck]

Ah, memories! :o)