City of Dreaming Spires

I spent a year in Oxford during college studying British literature, and I have some friends from the States on the same program now. There's only one thing to do when my past and present collide: go and visit!

A friend's picture. Breath, stolen. Every time.

Oxford was just as lovely as I remember, though it was a bit odd not to see the same people in all the places I remember. I got cream tea, ate at a pub, and explored Magdalene College. It is, in my opinion, the prettiest college in Oxford, though I'm not really qualified to give that opinion (and a friend from Balliol may disagree).

The obligatory RadCam shot.

Inside Magdalene

With shared crests over the chapel door

Glorious glorious books in English