Monday, May 8, York
Monday morning has us packed and saying goodbye to London. Our Black Taxi driver (the taxi is black, not the driver) is quite chatty about London and U.K. politics and bicycle lanes. I think it is mostly to distract us from all the traffic. Still we get to Kings Cross station in plenty of time to work out the machinations of collecting our tickets and getting on the right train.
The trip is just over two hours though miles of rolling farm land, once we leave the London area. York station is a classic old place. Our hotel is just two blocks away. It is in an old building but redone totally modern inside.
It is well past lunch time so we rush out to a local pub called Maltings. They only serve food from noon till 2pm so we just made it. Carol and I shared a dish of two large bangers, about a pound of chips (potato wedges, not crispy wafers), most of a can of pork beans, two eggs, and two large pieces of 'Canadian' bacon. This massive plate of food was accompanied by two pints of ale. The two of us could not finish it all, but a fellow across from us downed the whole plate in a few minutes.
We walked around old York for a while and then off for a nap. Dinner was 'gastro food' at our hotel, the Grand. Rather different and quite a bit pricier than lunch.
Inside Maltings - a seriously classic pub
River Ouse through York - originally a 'port' town
York 'trolls'
Old town York
York minster
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