The old town of York was at first sight just like any other European town in autumn – sleepy and chilly, with great architecture, drying trees and a few people on the streets in light windbreakers. It seemed as if almost everyone in York were tourists, and as we got off the train and out on the streets, we made up most of the street population.
We started out by visiting the river and then walking on towards Yorkminster Abbey. York is so small that you can get around easily without buses or taxis. We went to the York Dungeon as well (which was a bit of a fail, maybe the London Dungeons or Edinburgh Dungeons are better, but this experience really didn’t interest me).
Here are the pictures.