A Few Days in Cambridge and London
Cambridge first, London to follow — the front half of a few days in England. We started at the river, where Scudamore's punts sit rafted together by the dozen near Silver Street, names stenciled on the sterns, cushions out and waiting. Nobody hired us onto one; we took the path along the Cam instead and let the boats thin out behind us.
From the river it was college after college. One court had painted shields mounted over its arched entrance, and later we passed Emmanuel, the clock and cupola sitting above the colonnade like the whole thing was built around telling you the time. In between, a pub garden strung with lights wedged up against a medieval stone church, every bench full on a warm September afternoon.
We ended up on Parker's Piece as the sun went down, the University Arms behind us with its green-blue cupolas. Someone has put a ferris wheel in the middle of the grass, fenced off with white barriers, gondolas empty. A few groups still sitting out on grass gone brown from the summer.