As I said, Oxford is like a beautiful bubble - we are out of time.
I love the little alleys in Jericho and in the city centre. It's as if one could stop the flow of time, leave a crowded street and turn left. There, a narrow path with walls made of stones and old fashioned lamps brings you back in time. No noise can be heard a part from some occasional cyclists. The air is almost still, too respectful of the magic atmosphere to move.
It's easy to fall in love with this (un)reality.
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