I can't say enough good things about oxford, and i suppose i shouldn't try. I spent a summer studying at trinity college of oxford univeristy in 1998, and i've been back 3 or 4 times now, never for long enough. the dreaming spires, the myriad musty antiquarian bookshops, the whizzing bicycles of the undergrads, the gothic walls and medieval taverns, and the meadows and parks under an english fog... it holds a unique place in the world, and in my heart.
the dreaming spires of oxford
turl street, oxford
all souls' college
queen's lane, oxford
the entrance to christ church (college), oxford
christ church, foggy morning
rugby field in the port meadow
lawn of trinity college, my alma mater of a summer