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Wednesday, August 17, 2005
The Discombobulated CantabridgianIn Cambridge I lived like a Trinity College fellow for one night in the Masters' Lodge, where you get a small garret with nice furniture, towels and soap, a private bathroom in the hall, and a "gyp room" -- not quite a kitchen, but stocked with tea -- for not really all that much money. Here's the front yard:
You also get an invitation to breakfast in the dining hall, but I had to catch a bus before breakfast.
On the gatehouse to Trinity there's a small statue of Henry VIII with a chair-leg in his hand:
And crossing the Cam River behind Queens College is the "mathematical bridge," designed by Isaac Newton or something. Note punter struggling with his boat at a weird angle to the stream:
You'll also notice the weather is glowery. Cambridge is impossibly posh and old, with more snob appeal than I can really handle, and more history than I could absorb; but it also felt English in the best way -- placid, clear, rain-washed, rational, cool as clotted cream.
posted by Michael Scott Moore |
11:30 AM
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