Sunday, May 24 – After a late morning brunch in which we learned how to order coffee in England, we headed across town, viewing Kensington Gardens, and finally arrived at Oxford Street. We were at the low-price end, but that was fine by M., so I sat quietly in a corner reading Dave Evans’ book and providing the occasional piece of male, and therefore largely useless, advice. After another ramble through the park, we made our way back to our base.
Monday, May 25 – This was the fabled trip to Oxford, as I had a small matter to investigate at the Bodleian Library. M. wandered around town in the meantime and shopped. We later looked about town, visiting the Eagle and Child where the Inklings met and discovering that the Ashmolean Museum was closed for the time being. Oxford proved to be crowded and full of tourists, unfortunately, especially ones even more clueless than us. Still, we did get our first peek at one of many picturesque British cemeteries, with overgrown, crumbling graves as only the oldest American yards might have:
We didn’t take many pictures, as Oxford, though it has many stunning buildings, is quite urban and cluttered.