When I was 19, I spent a semester in the northern-English city of York. Every Monday, a professor dutifully doled out our weekly food allowance in the Queen’s paper notes, and I’d walk the cobbled ...
When I was 19, I spent a semester in York. Every Monday, a professor dutifully doled out our weekly food allowance in notes, and I’d walk the cobbled streets to a local bakery just outside the Roman ...