Yellow

Meeting in York, lucky me. Glorious sunny evening for a wee stroll, admiring the considerable enthusiasm for the arrival of Le Tour this weekend. Yellow bikes everywhere across the city, flags and bunting and restaurants offering deals on French food and shops full of souvenirs. The only place that seemed unmoved was a small French bistro near the minster which was typically Gallic in its indifference. If they could have put a shrug on the menu, they would have.