I was visiting Cambridge last week and whilst meandering around the market stalls in the main square, I happened upon a Latin band playing their hearts out. The trio were so full of energy and passion, they immediately drew a large crowd. Dressed in bohemian shirts flowing dresses and dark shades, they exuded a kind of effortless cool. It was as if we were no longer in a cloudy English town, but transported to a warm and alluring Spanish city.
I've been spending a lot of time in Cambridge and Oxford over the last few weeks, mainly because as part of my summer job I'm required to regularly give a tour of these cities to large groups of international teenagers. This is quite ironic, seeing as I've never actually been to these places before, but after some time...you learn to wing it (with a map, a sense of humour and inflated false confidence). After I've shown them the main sights, I'm free to explore, and I so I headed straight for the river to check out the famous tradition. There is something quite romantic about punting, breezing along the river, ferrying passengers to and fro, having a beer. I could have watched from that bridge all day.
