From a doorway on the Shambles, I watch a river of humanity.
Despite the music playing in my ears, I hear the babble of visitors. Some laugh, a baby screams, girls giggle, and friends point out the over-hanging houses to each other.
The voices are vary in pitch, tone and accent, creating a harmony of sound.
Couples walk passed arm in arm, hand in hand. A man in a red ski jacket, takes his brown husky-cross, for a walk. Grown up daughters, with their grey-haired mum, stop on the cobbles to review their map and decide where to go next.