The guide waits outside York Art Gallery in a bright orange jacket, voice cutting through the muted hum of Exhibition Square as tram bells and pigeon wings punctuate the morning. Travelers step onto cobbles that have borne Roman sandals, Viking boots and Victorian crinolines; within minutes the city’s walls loom, stone ribs that still keep memory and wind. For two hours this private route threads narrow lanes, market squares and riverside promenades, the guide folding centuries into concise stories as the group moves at an easy, deliberate pace.