Ruled by the Romans, who left their lovely walls behind, and the Vikings, who left an infamous poo behind, York is the closest you will come to a stroll through the Middle Ages. We didn’t get a chance to visit the poo in the Viking Museum; you must always save something for the next trip. However, we soaked in York Minster.
The cathedral is breathtaking, described by the Lonely Plant as: the remarkable York Minster…largest medieval cathedral in all of northern Europe, and one of the world’s most beautiful Gothic buildings. Seat of the archbishop of York, primate of England, it is second in importance only to Canterbury…
When we were in London, we enjoyed an evensong service at St. Paul’s Cathedral and learned that the new bishop of London is a woman–Bishop Sarah Mullally. A cathedral ceiling is shattered at last.
Crossing the Atlantic 