belinda grew up in oxford and took me along for a weekend family visit! shenanigans ensued....
glad i'm not driving.
gorgeous old victorian homes.
evidence of belinda's existential phase of youth!
when belinda first told me the name of this bridge, i heard the "bridge of size." and i thought to myself, "but its not really that big!" then i read the little sign and realized my mistake... the bridge of sighs - oh! that name made much more sense when i heard the story of the original bridge of sighs in italy. still, i dont understand why the british didnt give this one their own, less depressing name!
a couple characters in front of the bodleian library
a rather large key hole!
more to come...