Cambridge in 60 Seconds: A city’s identity in jeopardy?

by theblondechan

Globe Drifting

38642_10150234813120436_5689942_nDusk begins to settle and Cambridge punts relax their weary wooden bodies in the after glow of a setting sun as the cyclical familiarity of another day floating along the River Cam comes to a close.

‘Cambridge has seen many strange sights. It has seen Wordsworth drunk, it has seen Porson sober. I am a greater scholar than Wordsworth and I am a greater poet than Porson. So I fall betwixt and between.’ A. E. Housman

Strapping tour guides in straw hats glide their punts along the turbid waters of the River Cam into the shadows of turreted university buildings guarded by stony replicas of the scholars of old, emerald green grass reaches out resplendently beneath ornate window panes like nature’s royal carpet, willow trees dangle their leafy elbows across the water’s edge and intricately carved limestone bridges stretch from bank to bank like the river’s ancient sleeping servants. Flurries…

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