Getting ready.


Lauren, Jenny, and Sarah, walking over.

Matt, Charlie and the girls, looking lovely at the Oxford Union ball.
(flight of fancy)

Lauren and I look far more serious in this photo than we were feeling.




Tents!


And a walk. Oscar has quite a nice camera.


Miss you all!

Isn't Terrace but it'll do...a quiet Saturday lunch in college.

A close up of Georgina.

Most of the portraits in hall are of famous alums, but here we have the butler and the cook.

Chenxin and Nathalie in front of the Rad Cam.

Bridge shots down by the Cherwell.

Eagle and Child, stomping ground of the Inklings.
Chenxin doesn't know what crazy ice cream eating method Nathalie is about to try...

The requisite tower climb.

Nathalie attempts to decipher the Japanese graffiti.

"No, it means North!"

Outside the bookstore.

Nat told me to make a face...

Found this treasure in the used books section.

One of the Oxford history exchange students claims that
the pillar outside McCosh is a smaller replica of this one. Thoughts?

Lovely weekend!

Here is Chenxin in my room a few weeks ago.



There is a much more active protest scene in Oxford than in Princeton;
these are animal rights activists protesting the building of a new lab.

Here is a view through my window.

And another, with the window open.
The steeple is from Lincoln's library, which is a beautiful deconsecrated chapel.

I live in the Mitre, which is a medieval maze of a building across Turl Street from Lincoln's three main quads. The part of the Mitre I'm in is known as Lower Bedlam. When I asked why, this sign mysteriously appeared near the entrance a few hours later.

Heard a bass voice from behind this door.


A rather difficult to see view of the Lincoln library at night.

Oxford is a lovely city for walking; here is a view across Christ Church Meadows.

And here I am in a quad of Magdalen, the college of Bertie Wooster.