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| St Catherine's College |
The sun shone brightly on the green on arrival. Walking into the center we stumbled upon a quaint market where I conjoled Emma into getting her fortune told.
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| They've got to be joking...? |
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| In the fortune booth. Did we learn anything new? I'll let you imagine. |
We hungrily explored bookshops, as we english teachers go as clichéd lovers of print, we were in over our heads. Leather bound classics, english humored nonsense, advice for problems I was then convinced I had, research from only the world's best, temptations more tantalizing than in the olympic gift shop.
When it comes to comparing Oxbridge (Oxford with Cambridge), my primary discovery was fewer bikes exist in Cambridge. Or so it seemed.
Everywhere were grinning tourist traps trying to convince us to go punting (Venice style) down the river. A big 'whynot' won us over, and we conceded to a good argument of good-looking cambridge punters as well as a good view of the historical colleges.
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| Our punter was hilarious if not a bit...unconventional. |
And we sat back and relaxed as our fiercely strong punter entertained us with anecdotes of the colleges, the kings, the king's college, and all the bridges in between.
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| Bridge of Sighs |
Although I think the real moment of brilliance was when Emma made her birdie friend.
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