York...

For the first time since I moved to Asselby - last April - I’ve spent a few daylight hours in York. Though I enjoy having a few beers with friends, in one little local boozer or another, walking from one end of Coney Street to the other, against the tourist tide, is a bit of an ordeal. The city really is too small to accommodate everyone who wants to come; what the visitors see most of is each other. York is a money-generating machine, with a city wall around it, and the charm is wearing thin. I took a few pix, but my heart wasn't in it...