I might as well admit this from the start; there are so many Oxfords. Too many.
I mean, you could do tours of the fictional characters who supposedly went there, let alone the actual human beings who really did. If you wanted, you could do a tour of the Harriet Vane/Lord Peter Wimsey Gaudy Night Oxford. Or the Brideshead Revisited Oxford.
Are you religious? There's always C. S. Lewis's Oxford. Or how about some Oxford Movement Oxford? A little Cardinal Newman? Great idea.
What about Shelley? OK, but you know he got kicked out, right? Philip Pullman? If you must. Some Tolkien? Sure. Oscar Wilde? Fabulous.
Are you a Monty Python fan? You could do a Michael Palin/Terry Jones tour.
So now you know why I was awfully disappointed in the tour we endured from a very nice French woman whose accent was so neither here nor there that Mr. Buxom and I thought she was German. Maybe it was because of all the dates she spouted.
So this is what we did.
We looked for the White Rabbit.
I'm pretty sure I need a coin that says Eat Me to pass out to the Undesirables.
ReplyDeleteFriends of ours spent a year on sabbatical at Oxford, so when we visited, we did the Academics' Tour of Oxford, which had a decided slant on the sciences, as one of our friends is an eminent physicist.
ReplyDeleteHelloooo, Beauty!
ReplyDeleteLOL. You made the right choice.
ReplyDeleteI was in England just a couple of days ago. Except MY England was on a planet called EPCOT.
ReplyDeletenot the same.......
You should have ridden the bus where my son the actor was the tour guide.
ReplyDeleteBut seriously, did you go to the Shelley Memorial? It is a lot more entertaining than the Alice Shop.