London






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It’s been a busy busy month.
Three cities in three weeks: London, Oxford, and Paris.
A glorious tour prompted by my graduation from Oxford University’s Masters in Creative Writing.
I met with lots of friends. Had a nice Degree Day. Read at a great literary event at the Albion Beatnik Bookstore in Oxford with a super talented group of writers that shall be henceforth called The Shy Oxford Writers.
Went to bookstores, galleries, museums, theaters, diners, restaurants, coffee shops, pubs, cinemas, parks, malls, and a tiny basement in Dalston to see a band play. Friends’ houses. Train stations. Art supply stores, grocery stores, hotel rooms. Artists’ studios. A very full trip complete with celebrity sightings, more rain that I’ve been in all year, and even an afternoon of a sudden hail storm. (This, London, is not spring weather. This is madness.)
Oh and I took some Impossible polaroids. (It took me more than one film to realize that England was so cold that exposed shots had to be placed in warm pockets to develop, otherwise they came out all yellowy.)
These are the ones I took in Oxford.

Wellington Square park.

Rewley House.

a street off Banbury Road, previously seen here in non-Polaroid form and sunshine.

The Sheldonian Theatre, built in 1664-8, where we had our degree ceremony.

The Emperors. I love these guys. I want to get one for my desk.

Rewley House again. I stayed there. A lot.

And I will miss it, tiny beds and all.
So I’ll just say, au revoir, Oxford. Thank you for a fantastic time, a good degree and great friends. See you again soon. xoxo
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We went to eat at this little restaurant by the beach. The rain started falling as soon as we sat down and continued all the way through lunch. But when we walked out to leave, the rain stopped and the sun peeked through the clouds. Making everything impossibly bright and contrasty.
We drove up the coast stopping to look at the waves along the way.
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Cyprus is an island.
We also have mountains and stuff.
In years when it rains the aqueducts get full and everything becomes green.
So you can follow the winding roads up the hills and roll down your windows and breathe it all in.
I hope this is one of those years.


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