Oxford has a certain charm: a mix of the old and the new. I was surprised at first at it's business, of the cars and buses driving around. In my head I had made Oxford out to be a town still living in the middle ages; quiet, remote, with processions of students in black robes charging to a late tutorial or hanging out in groups at an old pub.
I spent hours, in and out of museums and churches, relishing and reliving times when the Wesley brothers had lived and debated in it's buildings. I touched old walls, thinking that famous people of old had touched the same walls and walked the same halls.
Oxford can be seen in one day as it is quite small in size. But to experience the "real" Oxford of students I guess it would be necessary to live and study in those old halls. It amazes me to see students milling around in these places, able to call them their school. I mean, my school was not old (in the real sense) and not very beautiful either! :)
My favourite part of the whole experience was listening to the voices of young boys and men at evenson in Christ Church Cathedral. It amazes me to think that this has been happening daily for hundreds of years! The beauty of song, the sacred words of the Bible and the rituals of high Anglicanism were soothing to my soul (and also to my very SORE feet).
Anyway, below are some pictures - enjoy!
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