I really liked this hotel. It wasn't so restored that it didn't feel its age. I wondered if some of the furniture and even the lobby carpet weren't part of its earlier, more elegant days. But for me, that was a plus. It had a great personality, from the ancient mail chute that ran between the elevators on every floor to its faint scent that I thought was a little like cloves.
The town of York also had some interesting features. After chatting to a local girl who lives and works downtown, I discovered that like several other towns and cities I've lived in, it is in the process of revitalizing it downtown area. Apparently, the murals below are part of that process.
But amid the revitalized areas, a good portion of the downtown area bore evidence of being poverty-stricken and worn out (below).
We got back home tonight, and I must admit I enjoyed the trip more than I thought I would. Even though it was a mere 36 hour excursion, I remarked to my husband that this kind of change of pace is something I didn't know I needed. It makes me notice things more, and it gifts me with a more eager engagement with my ordinary, everyday life.