York is famous for quite a few things: it was a Roman fort; has Viking heritage; is full of delightful little alleyways and passages crammed with charming cafés, restaurants and gift shops that attempt to fleece foreign tourists with key rings and tea towels proclaiming a love for London; has a majestic Minster, or Cathedral, which shamelessly grabs people’s money by charging an obscene £10 per adult for entry, even though it’s a public building. (A quick tip: to bypass this fee, take part in one of the daily services, which are free to attend, where they may encourage you to live a life devoid of sin, like being greedy for example). Continue reading
Anthony Phillips 