Southwark (pronounced Sow'ork) is quite the juxtaposition of the old and the new, quite obvious in the scale:
After my walk I visited the Tate for some more free modern art, finished my laundry, blogged, chatted with a few folks via FaceTime, and then went for dinner at Wagamama, sitting at an outside table. Several people I knew from the program ambled by and a couple of them stopped and joined me. So it was just the right blend of quiet and sociability, adventure and homebody time.
Today was the day for adventure, as a few of us had planned a trip to Oxford! After breakfast we took the tube to Paddington Station, and then the rail just one hour to Oxford, and a taxi from the train to the city.
Well, Oxford is just the most beautiful city, and one that has been filmed and written about so much that it seems familiar. I think I first read about it when I read Dorothy Sayers' Lord Peter Whimsy mysteries.
I picked a sprig of this lavender and it still smells divine - the strongest scented I have ever snuffed!
I want to live here; at least for a course. I shall return!
Friends on a cobblestone street
Giant gargoyle
A whimsical gate...
Punting, viewed from The Bridge of Sighs
Bodleian Library
Lunch at The White Horse, a pub that has been extant since 1541, and has low, beamed ceilings and not a right angle in the whole place.
We also visited The Eagle and The Child, (nick-named 'The Bird and The Baby')
where J.R.R. Tolkein and C.S. Lewis used to drink.
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