Jul 17, 2009

Cambridge? Not For Me ...

Taking the bus from Comberton took us on a trip down knowlege college lane to Cambridge. The town isn't to my liking; it feels over tourist infested with loads of scruffy urbanites and an excess of bikes just to add to the overall mess. You immediately get an impression of the great divide between the Ivory Towered and the just-making-ends-meet masses. Cosmopolitan sounds better ...

The college buildings are without doubt splendid and well worth a visit; like succulent pieces of fruit decorating a badly cooked and messy flan. We but scratched the surface ...

The most impressive chapel is at King's. Sort of over the top look-at-me-I'm-the-greatest architecture and decoration. The fan vaulting has to be seen to be believed.



The gardens at Clare college are delightful especially in the hot sunshine of a summer day.






St John's college seems to have the complete range of architectural types and the most modern, to me, are ugly looking like something you would expect to be a block of council flats.

Pembroke college looked the friendliest and lease self-obcessed (if buildings and gardens can be such). The several courts with various building styles and gardens gave the place a pleasant welcoming atmosphere.

St Benet's church is interesting if only because it's said to be one of the oldest such buildings in Cambridge and still in use today.


Great St Mary's church next to the market square is well looked after though plain inside.








Particularly entertaining were the straw boatered touts drumming up business for the college and punt tours. Punting on the Cam sure ain't as romantic as a gondola trip in Venice especially when some wags think it's a jolly jape to squirt passing punters with river water - they were having so much fun being so naughty just like dear Sabastian and friends ... As a counterpoint to this high brow jollity we were charmed by a few drunks in the town one of which was, so far as impressions can tell, under the delusion that he was a tatooed tarzan swinging from lamp post to lamp post while passing women looked on in awe at his masculinity and physical prowess.

High education and enlightenment levened by a dose of the benal; an interesting day as you will no doubt admit. Don't think we'll visit again ...