Post-lunch I definitely needed to walk some of the naan off, so I walked up to Jericho, a 'borough' of Oxford full of both thrift stores and expensive houses.
Katherine (Canadian in the program) and I wandered up a river path to try and get to Jericho and ran into a neighborhood of houseboats. Some pretty good pictures followed...
The path starts by Rosie O'Grady's...the token Irish pub that every town in the world has. (Honestly, I think I even saw an Irish pub in India)
AH! And this, THIS, is my future home... It's kind of hard to see in this picture, but the window looks like a sun... A nice touch. I think it might need a BIT of work, but WOW, can you imagine? Living on an old houseboat in Oxford? C'est la vie!
Katherine and I ran into this old graveyard in Jericho..

We heard Big Band music playing on an old radio and started freaking out...some ghost listening to good music or something. Turns out, some of the many homeless people in Oxford have pitched tents in the graveyard.
We heard Big Band music playing on an old radio and started freaking out...some ghost listening to good music or something. Turns out, some of the many homeless people in Oxford have pitched tents in the graveyard.
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Ahh! Those pictures are intense! And ... now I want Indian food.
New plan: We both drop whatever future goals we had, move to England for good, become traveling gypsies (with giant hoop earrings, I imagine) and that houseboat is our permanent home.
Just a thought.
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