Oxford, England

Oxford, England.

Oxford was nice because I didn't really know what I was doing. I just wandered. Turns out there's a castle to tour, complete with with horrific stories from when it was turned into a jail and a tower to climb (the top of which is where the above picture was taken). I went to the biggest bookstore I've ever been in--three stories tall (four for Americans)--and that was just the store where they kept the books. There were completely separate buildings for music, for posters and art, and for--something else. Can't even remember anymore, because the book one was the building I cared most about. I had a wonderful dinner at a nice little restaurant that turned out to be a chain, and I was only there for about thirty hours. (You can do a lot in thirty hours, especially in any English town or small city.)