Founded by the Romans, their ruins still scattered within the ancient city walls, the town then called Eburacum or Eborakon saw the rise and fall of an empire, became a kingdom of Northumbria under King Edward, a bishop then the Archbishop of York, and passed ownership to the Vikings who renamed the cultural epicenter Jorvik until it was finally conquered by the Kingdom of England. The name Jorvik soon became York as it has been called for over a thousand years, with no end to its tales. Constantine the Great was declared emperor here. King Edward was baptized here. Jews found sanctuary, even wealth, within the stone perimeter (to include a moat!), only to be betrayed by deceitful king and a misled mob. Fires, murders, suicides and war have riddled York from its birth and maybe 'til its end. So there's no surprise Justin and I, "antiquity enthusiasts," would choose a rest stop along our journey with such a storied past, evident in their architecture, traditions and diverse locals.