I have covered some of York’s sights in earlier posts but there is still plenty more to see on a walk around York. On the street of Goodramgate is this undulating row of houses called Lady’s Row. Dating back to 1316 they are considered to be the oldest row of houses in Britain.

The Georgian Assembly Rooms. Completed in 1735, the building was used for elegant  balls and dances.

You still get a sense of the grand nature of the building despite it now being used as an outlet for a pizza chain.

The Merchant Adventurer’s Hall was built for the city’s most powerful guild. The Merchant Adventurers were a guild who ‘ventured’ money into importing goods to York from abroad.

It is the largest medieval timber framed building in York.

This is Mansion House, the home of the Lord Mayor of York.

It was built in 1730.

The building on the left, Red House, is a wonderful antiques centre on Duncombe Place. It was once another Lord Mayor’s residence.

Clifford’s Tower, an early fortification originally built by William the Conqueror. In 1190 it was the scene of a terrible pogrom, or massacre, of 150 of the city’s Jews who had sought shelter here from the Christian townsfolk.

This is York’s Guildhall, which had to be rebuilt after bombing in 1940. You can see how the stone at the top is newer than the base.

The entire ceiling was also lost. Each pillar is made from a single oak tree.

Inside there is a plaque dedicated to York from “her god-child in America, the City of New York”.

The market.

Poor Alice.

The longest street name for York’s shortest street. Whip-Ma-Whop-Ma Gate is only 35 metres long. Known in 1505 as Withnourwhatnourgate (“neither one thing nor the other”) and basically meaning “what a street!” in reference to its short length. Today it might have been called WTF? Street.

The Yorkshire Museum.

This is a National Trust property called Fairfax House. It has gorgeous Georgian interiors.

All Saints Church.

The church has a 13th century door knocker featuring a bearded sinner being eaten by a lion – literally the mouth of hell.

A view from the River Ouse. It was a little rainy in York during my visit but a day or two later there were torrential downpours and the river burst its banks.

Here is the same view as reported in the newspaper just after I returned home.