One has to get used to the curious juxtapositions of an ancient city. Hunting for boots yesterday, I found myself among seriously old timbers and crucks.
There was something slightly disturbing about these blind windows, long ago abandoned in the alterations and re-modellings of this and the buildings round about. But look: fourteenth or fifteenth century, they say, and one believes it.
The service, however, was rubbish. I left crossly and spent the money elsewhere. I have fuzzed out their advertising material to let the timber do the talking.