We love Cambridge. Thirty minutes drive from our house will take you to this iconic college town-perfect for a relaxing afternoon out. No wonder it is our favorite places to show to our visitors.
This time kids got to accompany me (well, they were stuck with me technically) since they were on summer holidays. We parked in the center of town, walked over to our favorite spot to hire a punting guide. I negotiated our price down, as always, and this time decided to the more professional looking company, despite it being more expensive than the other one.
We had to wait just a little over five minutes.
Grandma was not quite sure what to make of it all just yet.
But then our river journey began…pass all the beautiful colleges hovering over river Cam.
We got to see this building covered with fall leaves and now with fresh green ones.
Bridge of sighs.
Katya, decided to put on her “I am too cool for Cambridge” face. No, truly, she did enjoy it (for the third time).
And I had fun taking pictures of (oops, almost said “Baby”) Mark. This is his “I wonder if we’ll crash into another boat” face.
My handsome boy.
See? That’s what I am talking about. Love those freckles!!!
And here is Grandma who now knows what punting is.
She did enjoy this beautiful river tour. Forty five minutes later and she learnt all the main facts about Cambridge University.
Mark just chilling…
The building behind Grandma is called “the wedding cake”, it’s really pretty.
So what else did we do in Cambridge this time? Well, we, as always got ice cream from the same ice cream stand, from the same lady on the corner by the candy shop.
Usually, we don’t even go into that candy shop to avoid having to say “no” all the time. But since Grandma was the biggest instigator of going there, kids followed, and came out with all sorts of goodies. Yeah…they felt so spoilt! I am sure they though that their Grandma loves them more than their parents do that day.
Well, good bye, Cambridge. See you sometime soon (and not just for shopping at the mall or Primark).
Good night.
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