On a walk about town, turn a corner and this appears.
York Minster Cathedral.
Accompanied by one of the many street performers.
Seeming classically trained, this guy filled the air with a glorious voice. After a chat with us, he volunteered a soaring rendition of a Roy Orbison song from our youth.
Hidden treasurers.
Places that might not be appealing.
Striking architecture.
Open air markets.
More shops.
Crowded streets. (In the Shambles.)
And more spectacle.
