Choristers at dawn on Magdalen Tower on May Morning–a tradition which still continues today!
Zoe and I enjoyed a walk around Oxford at dusk on Sunday. It’s a funny place, all the colleges with their wooden doors, with an inset door half-open, offering a view of arches, doorways, secrets. It’s a place that both beckons, entices, and shuts out. The ultimate of snobbiness in many ways.
I noticed again that none of the colleges had their names on them. The theory, I’ve read, is that if you belonged, you’d know which College was which. And if you didn’t, you didn’t need to.
I suppose they were built in the days before cheap maps in every corner store. With the names of the Colleges on them.
A sweet beautiful dreamy city. I’d like to think it’s a prototype of an eternal, lovely, dreamy city, which welcomes everyone! The lovely city of God.