Oxford was an adorable city. You could walk from one end of it to another in under an hour. Too many Italian tourists at the moment however. All the streets were clogged with them as they just hung around, talking to one another. Clogging the streets..
The first thing I did was take a tour. This is the tour group. From left to right, Jeremy, the two Bridgets, myself, Joseph, Leon, Ebonique, Penny the tour guide and Laura. We walked all around Oxford, she showed us the different colleges and educational facilities to be located around Oxford. 
Each school is artwork in itself. All of them are several hundred years old. Newcollege was founded in the 18th Century. This is a window that belongs to a room a student actually lives in, I wish that was my window.
We also were taken into the different chapels that are in each and every school.
The stained glass windows are exquisite. The glass is all original, only the settings have been redone over time. 
Each chapel was more then amazing, it belonged in a museum somewhere. 
With the woodwork, the benches and pews, the marble pillars and tile floors, the stained glass windows and altars.
When you stepped into it, it was like the outside world ceased to exist, just dropping away and leaving you with an internal silence that should be filled by your belief.
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