Away from the bright, festive lights of Haworth's Main Street, the rest of the village looks almost as though it's unchanged from when the Brontë family lived here. (It's not unchanged, of course, but it is certainly atmospheric in the dark.) You can imagine Charlotte tripping home along the cobbled street from the schoolroom where the sisters taught (on the right above) to the Parsonage, the house at the top of the lane. (It has had an extra wing added since they lived there: the gable-ended bit on the right.)
The Parsonage looks out over the graveyard and the church, where Patrick Brontë was the minister.
Church Street, still cobbled and very narrow, links the church and parsonage to the Main Street.
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