Our day started with a pickup by our driver and then later a switch to a shuttle bus to take us into York. We passed the train station and started to walk walk walk.
The River Ouse flowed quietly along the trees and endless green.
I have a strange look on my face but at least there's a photo of me with the Minster showing its towers . I love this view.
This entrance into the city of York is full of views that go back hundreds of years. The wall, the towers, the gate keepers home...all images that hint of the Norse city, the Roman city and on and on.
Dick and our guide look at building after building while the Minster waits for our arrival.
So many buildings that I have seen many times in years past but on this day we had no time. York is worthy of so much more time.
I catch up with our guide who appears to check the sky. More rain or not. You never can tell in England.
One last glimpse of another place that we won't visit on this day and then we go to the Minster, the centerpiece of our day in York. The place I visited Saturday after Saturday when I took my boys shopping in the market. A Saturday routine over 40 years ago. On this day, just a taste of what was.