I spent a year in Oxford during college studying British literature, and I have some friends from the States on the same program now. There's only one thing to do when my past and present collide: go and visit!
Oxford was just as lovely as I remember, though it was a bit odd not to see the same people in all the places I remember. I got cream tea, ate at a pub, and explored Magdalene College. It is, in my opinion, the prettiest college in Oxford, though I'm not really qualified to give that opinion (and a friend from Balliol may disagree).
|A friend's picture. Breath, stolen. Every time.|
|The obligatory RadCam shot.|
|With shared crests over the chapel door|
|Glorious glorious books in English|