Got to sleep at 6:30am after the post-memorial-conference banquet, and its aftermath…
Up again at 9:45am to rush around to get ready to go for a quick walk (how can one not do that when visiting Cambridge?) and then check out of the hotel.
It is always pleasant to go for a walk around here, no matter how short, so I did a quick jaunt around the alleyways near Trinity, and a little beyond.
Had the sudden urge to buy some handkerchiefs, as so many of mine seem to have disappeared off down one of those household wormholes that I know will be discovered one day. But there was just no time… No, I’ve no idea why I’m telling you this either. Must be the jetlag.
-cvj
I was there a couple of days ago…but nothing interesting happened, which is odd, since it’s a running joke for me that something bizarre happens every time I go to Cambridge, whether it’s a freak snow storm, or a guy with a guitar inside a trash can (you know the Cambridge kind that have a sort of lid) singing Dylan songs, or some boys doing Parkour at Lion’s Yard in a freak thunderstorm, or my train breaks down and I get trapped for three hours.
Hope the jetlag is treating you well…and watch out for crazy Cambridge.