Dreaming of steaming cups of mulled wine, festive music, cobbled streets and stalls of Christmas goodies, I had been thinking about a trip to one of Europe’s big festive markets. But, by chance, I found myself in York for the opening weekend of its own enormous Christmas market and realised that Londoners such as myself don’t need to travel as far as I thought for my festive fix.
York isn’t a new city for me: I grew up in Leeds, and so trips to the city walls, and Jorvick Viking centre, as well as a particularly good ghost tour for my 11th birthday loom large in my childhood. I hadn’t been in more than two decades, but a cousin’s 40th birthday party lured me back earlier this month.
