A little town up North

Earlier this week I paid a visit to York city centre to see it in it's Christmas splendor and spend some quality time with my mum. It's a truly beautiful city full of so much old Tudor architecture, walking around it's easy to imagine people from hundreds of years ago milling about the very same buildings. I don't visit very often as it's quite a few hours drive, but it's always worth it. I love that it contains so many little independent shops rather than the kind of thing that can be found on any old high street which I get rather bored with.








I know macarons have become a blogging cliché, but I do adore them. I'm a total snob though and refuse to buy them from just anywhere - when I lived in London I'd only treat myself to Ladurée and having had the best anything else is a step down. Except Bettys, Ladurée's English equal. Any trip to York guarantees I come home with a selection of these bad boys.