After arriving in Salisbury via train, we walked in the bitter, and I mean, bitter cold toward the town center (or in England, it's centre). Along the way, we decided to warm up with a Cappuccino and relax by reading some of our books.
A cool looking pavillion in the downtown.
The Salisbury church at night.
Walking back to our hostel after a night on the town, we took a moment and stopped on a bridge to take in the quaint English town on a small river with the white swans to keep us company.
England is known to have some tasty brews; here were two. I guess that the requirements to name a beer here include: 1) the name must have "old" or "ole" in it. 2) then some random thing or name after it that make no sense but for some reason you like, for example "Old Speckled Hen"
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