The Carneys' street leads on a circuitous route to the University. Walking rather than cycling is fine for me - especially with the feeling that I constantly have dyslexia when I approach a street, round-about or oncoming traffic. We enjoyed sunset, champagne and a congress of linen suited professors in the cloisters of New College before the opera in the Warden's garden.
After classes, a thunderstorm began to threaten a leisurely pre-dinner piazza gathering so Chuck and I headed off (code word for "willi...
His dorm? Or maybe it's a hotel. This is way before the era of The Container Store.
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