Last of Cambridge

Whew! These are it, kids. The absolute last bit of Cambridge. It's a beautiful city, though one with few petrol stations. We learned that with Bart and Tony.

We also learned that we will be buying a hand-held GPS so we can download a particular accent. No, not the Texan. We want the one who, when you make a wrong turn, says "Oy! Whatcha fink yer doin'!? Turn the car 'round."

Above, the gates to a college, below a wooden bridge across the Cam.

Faces everywhere. Of course, back in the day they couldn't install cameras to watch your every move. But I think these served the same purpose. I mean, in spiritual terms, things like gargoyles and Jesus in the transom seemed to be watching you. And since your fear of the supernatural would be quite powerful, surely they exerted some pressure on people to be good...


This is one of the churches of Cambridge. Very pretty, shady and cool inside. Old churches have such a nice cave-like quality. On a brilliantly sunny day, such as this one was, that darkness and the ten degree temperature drop are a pleasure.

One of the alleyways that snake through town. In Oxford, we learned that alleys are your friend. Tourists only venture down the alleys in small groups, so by taking them you avoid the hordes of school groups, etc., that clog the main roads.

Charles noticed this jungle-y private walkway.

The entrance to Queen's - lovely lavender.

The King's College quad. Behind you is the chapel, and all around are dormitories, offices, etc.

Sundial? Clock? Parthenon? No idea. But it's pretty.

And just in case you get the impression that everyone in Cambridge lives in a twee wonderland of historical perfectness, here's a little dose of reality:

Yes, even in the England they use duct tape to solve a multitude of problems. And it works, y'all.