We spent the yesterday in what is fast becoming my favorite English city. Yes, that’s right, Cambridge is giving London a run for it’s smoggy, pretentious money.
We’d never been to Cambridge, which is only about half an hour’s drive from us, until my longest-time friend Lauren came to visit back in October, but since then it’s been our go-to location for visitors. And, since our friend Jessica is here until Friday, you know we had to take her, too.
Yesterday’s forecast was “grey cloud”, but as long as it’s not raining, it’s a good day for an outing.
When we get to Cambridge, and I mean every time, we have to hit up a little shop called Chocolat Chocolat, where Simon gets a tiny cup of sipping chocolate. It’s not hot chocolate, it’s straight up melted chocolate. It will kill you. But you’ll die happy.
Next, we take a walk along the cobbled streets with names like Jesus Lane and Magdalene Street, before stopping in at my most favorite shop, Ark.
Not one to let too much time pass between coffee stops, our next destination is MichaelHouse, a café set in a hundreds-of-years-old church.
Of course, if that’d happened, everything could’ve been different. If we’d gone to Cambridge, and not tiny little Hull University in Scarborough, North Yorkshire, we might never have met.
And I’m not smitten with that idea.
(photos by my lovely friend Sarah Kearns)