a jewel of the present caught in the fading colour of a yesterday. 

Such is the life a cobble in York, one minute floods, next sugar coated by ice. 

Touched by the fire of the setting sun. 

In a bid to beat costs and congestion, the students launched their own cut price tour bus. 

How the West End got it's name. 

Photographed and painted a million times, yet the land remembers once there stood a symbol of a mighty empire. 

One day you are part of a great hall, Barley hall, next you are snickelway linking Swinegate, Coffee yard and Stonegate. How the mighty have fallen from former glories. 

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For those that feel inspired to visit York or know more about the history behind some of these photos, this is a good site to start with.

Bound by rivers and city walls, land inside the city was tight, so the streets shrunk to fit, Mad Alice Lane. Just imagine this area without electric lights... 

Sitting in 2000 years of history seemed as good a spot as any other to sunbathe, though he was aware the sun could fade his colours. 

The sun setting through the doorway of history. 

With falling visitor numbers, the tourist board reveal their new poster campaign, "Thy must be nuts not t'cum pay t'visit. Thy will git a rite warm welcome" 

Where choirs once sang, bird song fills the empty space. 

Being in Yorkshire, the civic governement sun dial was nowt flash. 

With the passing of being a tidal river, no longer do the tall ships trade along the banks. 

Even the stone defenders fall defenceless to the passage of time. 

All long the watch tower. 

Metal mirroring bark, while shadows guard the living. 

As the sun fell, the shadows grew in to one another. 

Tales from the river bank. 

Telling stories, the stones whispering to the sun. 

Where once defenders walked. 

Following the curve of the rebuild for the modern horse carriage.

As the sun sets, the shadow of the fallen reach out. 

"Yeah and the moon is made from milk!" 

Honest dad, the mouse was this big!