Leaving York

Sunday morning we had breakfast (I ate blood pudding and baked beans with my eggs), packed up, checked out, and set off to meet Evan. The plan was to leave our bags at his flat then go to the service at the Minster. He gave Eva the hand drawn map because she has a better sense do direction than I do. Well, we missed a turn somewhere, got lost, and  as we were standing there wondering what to do next, Eva said "You have no idea where you are, do you?" No! You had the map! You were in charge! I'd been following Evan around for two days and we never went the same way twice so we could see more of the city. I have absolutely NO idea where we are! So we called Evan and he came and rescued us. But by that time we had to go straight to the Minster, dragging our bags behind us.
We put them behind a welcome center and went to our seat. When we went back after the service we found that the cathedral police had taken them to a secure area. Might have been bombs in there. Well, just don't do it again! Not likely! We're leaving town now! So we said goodby to Evan, took a taxi to the station took the first train out.

I loved being in York. It was fun spending time with Evan and walking around that ancient city. He would casually tell us about this building or that and over the centuries who built this part of the building or that. You could see layers of different building materials as you looked up the surface of the tower. Under what building you can find Roman roads.

I will remember narrow cobbled streets, winds strong enough almost to knock you down,  ancient walls and buildings, the amazing York Minster. Just before it rains a cold wind rises and then the rain comes.

One correction: the street called Shambles was used as a model for Dagon Alley in the Harry Potter movie, but it was not filmed there. The street does look a great deal like the one in the movie. Oh, the pub where we had our first lunch was, I think Shrinking Insanity. No, that does not sound right, either. Something about it was insane, though. Maybe it was those meat pies that were filled with potted meat that looked and tasted like Spam with a little less salt. For Evan's sake I tried to like it, but it was impossible. That white stuff around the edges that kinda looked like glue put me off me old feed bag.