City of Dreaming Spires

Getting a parking in the city area proved to be a great hassle. We drove around the streets looking for one space for nearly an hour. So little time to explore the city as this was the very morning that we were supposed to meet up JF in the afternoon in Windsor.

Sigh... I didn't know that this was the famous bridge, and was wondering why she wanted to take a photo of it. Nothing special, that was what I was thinking. Little did I know that this was The Bridge of Sigh. Credit given to JF for posting the photo of the bridge and including the name with it, else I would not have known for a long, long time.

We took our lunch on a bench, sandwiches, shortbreads and smoothies, while wondering if everyone who walked past us were bachelor's degree holders, master's degree holders or on the way to permanent head damage. Felt smarter sitting on the streets of Oxford, inexplainable feeling. Seeing the number of tourist purchasing shirts, jumpers, sweaters with big, bold letters that spelled the city's name, we wondered:- those guys must be tourists, I would never have worn any T-shirts, with the three letters, U-Tee-Emm...

Boo...

She's now very fond of the natural-pose photos, although it took a lot of memory space, clicking, "look natural la..." and onlookers who thought we were crazy (think one person looking around, but not at the camera, and another clicking away mumbling posing instructions) to actually capture the staged-candid moment.

Apparently Radcliffe Camera is a library, it made me wonder why the word 'camera' was used instead of simply naming it Radcliffe Science Library. The buildings were great to look at, feeling was nice. Alas we had too little time to spend in this city, we had to move on. We would have jumped onto a open-top bus for a tour of the city.