Allison and I were busily taking pictures of York Minster (one of the biggest Gothic cathedrals this side of the Swedish Alps) when an older lady approached us. “Here we go,” thought I, thinking she might have had something to say about us and our cameras.
She did, but in a good way. She was an off-duty tourguide!
“Are you visitors?” She asks.
“Yes,” says we, the Australian and American accents giving it away immediately if the cameras and fevered snapping wasn’t already a big enough clue.
“Well, I don’t usually let people in on this but there is an excellent view of the Minster from the third floor window in Marks and Spencer!”
So, obediently, we found our way to Marks and Spencer and went to the third floor, which just happened to be the men’s clothing department. Surrounded by socks and undies, we peeked out of the little window to find an awesome view, just like the lady said.
Sitting stately amongst the rooftops of the township and bathed in warm afternoon light, there was the Minster in all it’s glory.
