June 30, 1996

After a two hour train ride from London’s King Cross station, we arrived in what would prove to be my favorite place in England. When we got off the train and walked out of the station in York, the first thing I saw was the Minster off in the distance, slightly out of focus due to the haze in the air. It was a beautiful and mysterious first view of the city. Our hotel, the Royal York, was next to the station and we were soon checked into a lovely room in this historic hotel once visited by Queen Victoria. It was fairly late in the day, so we had dinner at Pierre Victoire, and then retired to our hotel for the night.