Today's Flickr photos with the most hits: the tympanum over the main portal of the cathedral of Amiens.

The second photo is colourised as the cathedral might have appeared (pigment traces) in the medieval period, during a son et lumiere performance.

Today’s Flickr photo with the most hits: the city walls of Nuremberg, and the Frauentor. 

Nuremberg

Kenneth Slessor

So quiet it was in that high, sun-steeped room, So warm and still, that sometimes with the light Through the great windows, bright with bottle-panes, There’d float a chime from clock-jacks out of sight, Clapping iron mallets on green copper gongs.

But only in blown music from the town’s Quaint horologe could Time intrude . . . you’d say Clocks had been bolted out, the flux of years Defied, and that high chamber sealed away From earthly change by some old alchemist.

And, oh, those thousand towers of Nuremberg Flowering like leaden trees outside the panes: Those gabled roofs with smoking cowls, and those Encrusted spires of stone, those golden vanes On shining housetops paved with scarlet tiles!

And all day nine wrought-pewter manticores Blinked from their spouting faucets, not five steps Across the cobbled street, or, peering through The rounds of glass, espied that sun-flushed room With Dürer graving at intaglios.

O happy nine, spouting your dew all day In green-scaled rows of metal, whilst the town Moves peacefully below in quiet joy . . . O happy gargoyles to be gazing down On Albrecht Dürer and his plates of iron!

Today's Flick photo with the most hits; this wooden polychrome statue of the Virgin and Child by van Leyden, 1460 CE.

Of Nikolaus Gerhaert (van Leyden) practically nothing is known save his extraordinary sculptures. He was born around 1420 and died in 1473, and did work around Trier, Vienna, Strassburg, Konstanz. Working in both stone and wood, his figures are characterized by dramatic drapery and expressive character.

Nuremberg

Kenneth Slessor

So quiet it was in that high, sun-steeped room, So warm and still, that sometimes with the light Through the great windows, bright with bottle-panes, There’d float a chime from clock-jacks out of sight, Clapping iron mallets on green copper gongs. But only in blown music from the town’s Quaint horologe could Time intrude . . . you’d say Clocks had been bolted out, the flux of years Defied, and that high chamber sealed away From earthly change by some old alchemist. And, oh, those thousand towers of Nuremberg Flowering like leaden trees outside the panes: Those gabled roofs with smoking cowls, and those Encrusted spires of stone, those golden vanes On shining housetops paved with scarlet tiles! And all day nine wrought-pewter manticores Blinked from their spouting faucets, not five steps Across the cobbled street, or, peering through The rounds of glass, espied that sun-flushed room With Dürer graving at intaglios. O happy nine, spouting your dew all day In green-scaled rows of metal, whilst the town Moves peacefully below in quiet joy . . . O happy gargoyles to be gazing down On Albrecht Dürer and his plates of iron!

Today’s Flickr photo with the most hits is of a medieval street in Rouen.

Read a little about this beautiful medieval walled town in Languedoc, France

Today’s photo with the most hits on Flickr is this shot of the (truncated) cathedral of Beauvais. So very lovely. 

Nuremberg

Kenneth Slessor - on the town’s medieval heritage

So quiet it was in that high, sun-steeped room, So warm and still, that sometimes with the light Through the great windows, bright with bottle-panes, There’d float a chime from clock-jacks out of sight, Clapping iron mallets on green copper gongs.

But only in blown music from the town’s Quaint horologe could Time intrude . . . you’d say Clocks had been bolted out, the flux of years Defied, and that high chamber sealed away From earthly change by some old alchemist.

And, oh, those thousand towers of Nuremberg Flowering like leaden trees outside the panes: Those gabled roofs with smoking cowls, and those Encrusted spires of stone, those golden vanes On shining housetops paved with scarlet tiles!

And all day nine wrought-pewter manticores Blinked from their spouting faucets, not five steps Across the cobbled street, or, peering through The rounds of glass, espied that sun-flushed room With Dürer graving at intaglios.

O happy nine, spouting your dew all day In green-scaled rows of metal, whilst the town Moves peacefully below in quiet joy . . . O happy gargoyles to be gazing down On Albrecht Dürer and his plates of iron!

Today’s photo with the most hits - the nave of Ely Cathedral

Today’s Flickr photo with the most hits - a recent shot of the the 13th / 15th CE pack horse bridge, Wycoller. Beyond - the ruins of Wycoller Old Hall.

Anon, 12th CE English round - The Cuckoo Song  (Sumer is icomen in)

Sumer is icumen in, Loud sing cuckoo! Groweth seed and bloweth mead And springeth the wood now. Sing cuckoo!

Ewe bleateth after lamb, Cow loweth after calf, Bullock starteth, buck farteth, Merry sing cuckoo!

Cuckoo, cuckoo! Well singest thou cuckoo, Nor cease thou never now!

Sing cuckoo now, sing cuckoo! Sing cuckoo, sing cuckoo now!

Today’s Flickr poll topper - 

A 13th CE funeral mask, to be found in the Musee des Beaux-Arts in Angers.