I went to Oxford a couple weeks ago to see more of the countryside and release my inner C.S. Lewis persona. Oxford definitely felt like a small, hip neighborhood which was really appealing, unlike the extravagance of Cambridge. It was a lovely day so we got ice cream and watched row teams practice down the river, sitting on the lawns of Oxford University. After soaking up the sun for a few hours we realized all the campus buildings were closed to visitors, so we walked through the streets filled with performers, dancers with sticks, and up a few hills. Covered Market was a great place to get food, with different shops clustered together to grab a quick bite. 

We ended the evening by going to the two pubs that J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis would hang out in. They are right across the street from each other and supposedly, they got too rowdy during their weekly visits so they were eventually kicked out of one, and went across the street to the other, The Eagle and Child. I get major jitters thinking that I am sitting with my friends the same way brilliant writers were back in the day. Now if I could only find the wardrobe to Narnia.