With my soup and bon baguette I decided to take a stroll down the famous york riverside. I thought it would be like my sweet paris... but I was sadly mistaken. As I was walking along, leisurely amongst the english summer heat-wave, I heard the distinct sound of piercing bells behind me, before being violently whizzed past by a hoard of angry cyclists on the narrow path! I was confused as this happened countless times. I thought this was a river WALK? It seems the cyclists are as territorial as a pack of wild dogs, and walkers are not welcome here? It seems the cyclists will not be happy unless you jump in the river! Now remember - Play fair, cyclists!!!