A day in York

Not long ago, I attended York St John's university open day, which I loved, and was given the chance to wander around the city itself. For those of you who haven't been, York is extremely beautiful as the city balances between old and modern. Personally, I prefer the older outlook to the streets, taking a swift liking to one in particular called The Shambles. 
I speak in truth when I say this tight, cobbled walkway resembles Diagon Alley from the Harry Potter films, and not because I really like the franchise - in fact, it was my mum who originally voiced this opinion from when she visited a couple of weeks prior; I merely agreed...excitedly. 
The street is home to a number of diverse shops, snuggled cosily and firmly along its path. It was in one of these shops I purchased, and eagerly consumed, one of the most impressive ice - creams I have ever had - so wonderful that with each step it was made, my glittering eyes rarely left its transformation.                       
Five words will always remain warmly in my mind each time I  reminisce, the five words which were thrust upon me by the counter girl doing her job, enough to make anyone feel light - headed:
"White, milk or dark chocolate?" No, she was not on about the ice - cream, she was on about the sauce - the warm gloopy chocolate that painted the top of the cone, the sauce that so generously landed on the ice - cream and blanketed the scoop. The 100 percent chocolate stick made it perfect -  and yes, it was delicious, minus the slight problem that when biting into the increasingly solidifying chocolate, it threatened to tug the rest of the ice - cream off with it. 
The shops were lovely - small and generally unknown. I like the latter qualities found in those selective shops as it gives them a unique edge. There was one in particular which had been bathed in a very feminine perfume and appeared as though a jewellery monster had spat in every corner. There's no doubt however, this shop was pretty and had my attention grasped from the start; my mum eventually turfed us out. 

                                                                                                     
                                                                                            This image probably doesn't do the 
                                                                                                                                           brilliant ice - cream a great deal of               
                                                                                                                                           justice, but by the time I had taken this 
                                                                                                                                          picture, it had suffered a few licks and 
                                                                                                                                          the chocolate had already fully 
                                                                                                                                          hardened :P