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.
I was thinking of visiting York for my next trip out of London and now you've definitely made up my mind, it looks absolutely beautiful!
ReplyDeleteMais uma para a minha lista! Parece mesmo ser uma cidadezinha adorável :)
ReplyDeleteGostei de saber que nem só em Portugal existem os famosos cães de loiça tornados famosos
ReplyDeletepelo Marco Horácio!...Mas aposto que eles não têm aí o "Rouxinol Faduncho"! :-))
Mas fiquei triste por não mostrares os patinhos, algo que pelos vistos eles têm mais do que nós...:-)
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Lindo lindo, paisagens maravilha! :)
ReplyDeleteYork foi como a Escócia, never made it there, lost in a drug and drunken stupor... ás vezes odeio o ter querido ser rebelde aos vinte anos...!!
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ó Nancy eras capaz de fazer um rico dum guia de viagens, comprava-o!
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