Reminiscent Splurge
I'm in the library of Southampton University, like a stealthy interloper... I have the advantage of looking like a student, which means that pleasant Southampton students smile at me, and nervous visitors ask me for directions. I find this all strangely satisfying. But isn't it weird how people assume things about your identity. For example, I wear jeans and carry a rucksack, and hang around the universitylibrary so therefore I am a student. (to be fair, I don't necessarily know that the people around me in the library aren't interlopers as well) If they were to talk to me they would discover an entirely different person. In my head I am still from York. I miss it terribly. In all fairness, I'm not exactly in an environment far removed from my own reality, so it really doesn't take much for me to fit in with the crowd. Useful really, considering K and I won't have Internet at home for another week.
I feel it's time to start saying goodbye to York as my home and to try to adjust my head to Southampton... and to do this, I've decided to post some pictures as a kind of ode.
My Ginnel/Snicket whichever it is... I don't know whether it was a made up story or not, but I was told a mad woman called alice used to frequent it (until August 2007 aparently!)... mmmm...
That's the RULE in the Yorkshire Terrier Public House!
The HOUSE OF DOOM... but I did love it right up until the end...
The minster by night... it's right there wherever you go in York so it symbolises home for a lot of Yorkian people.
No one knows where to get them from, but they sound delicious don't they?! This sign reminded me to take bile beans for 4 years... but I never did
Meal for one at El Piano... all vegan... all yummy
West Door of York Minster, with the story of Adam and Eve around the edge... I didn't notice this until my last week in York
There's nothing quite like drinking a glass of red with a view like this to look at...And now I'll sign off, as the wireless internet, blogger and I are at war, and also I'm hungry...
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posted by Alice @ 5:21 AM
2 Comments:
EVERYWHERE you go in York, if you're a tourist, they tell you where you can get a "Lovely View of the Minster." Except, of course, Clifford's tower, because there's a building precisely in the way. I imagined, as we descended the hill, Cait and I, that SOMEONE was probably VERY ANGRY when they put up that building because it blocked the Lovely View of the Minster.
And I really want to know who Mad Alice is. Of course, I can make assumptions. :o)
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