The wonders of modern travel. I fell asleep in Cleveland, Ohio and woke up in London, England. A short bus trip then brought me up to Oxford for a couple of days.
Oxford is so lovely and perfectly collegiate, that walking around it, one gets the sense that it is almost a caricature of itself. Everything is proper and well kept and in neo-gothic splendor. The tourists in shorts really look out of place, almost as much as I do. Quick, someone loan me a tweed jacket!
Of course, I would need much more than a tweed jacket to fit in here, and I am not sure I would want to if given the opportunity. St. Paul might have been all things to all people, but I find my Midwestern American prejudices to be more deeply rooted.