Me and Dani took the TransPennine Express for a taste of the good old North West England. York was, as opposed to Manchester, a lovely surprise. I feel like these photos don't even make justice to the quaint charm of this historic walled town; I wasn't inspired at all and not even the first class train ride (luck was on our side - don't ask) soothed the hangover. All I needed was some proper pub grub and a passionfruit cider. Skies looked so blue that, if it wasn't for the cold temperature, it would feel and look like Spring. For a medieval hint, a walk in The Shambles would make one travel back in time but the Christmas-thirsty crowd pretty much ruined the experience. We passed by so many pretty bookshops and cafés, Victorian style pubs decorated with Christmas lights and fat ducks floating along the river. Not many tourists, which was great. An afternoon to remember, I tell you.