Yesterday Stuart and I spent a full day exploring glitzy York city.
York is a lovely city. Lots of old streets (“gates”), city gates (“bars”), rickety old buildings, churches, forts, cobbledy streets, a largely intact city wall you can walk along, riverside restaurants and bars, and of course the commanding York Minster too.
Luckily for us there was an immersive Van Gogh exhibition in town too. We tried to see it in Paris earlier in the year but had just missed it. Here an old church has been converted into an art space. Projectors embedded in the walls and the ceiling projected animated versions of Vincent’s greatest works in a rather trippy show of glowing, breathing masonry. It was great.