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Entrance to Porter's Lodge of Churchill College

Sunday in my City: 21 October, Honey Hill and Churchill College

Virginia creepers are out and bright red all over Cambridge. Next week I’ll get a picture up of the one outside my office. But for now, a road sign of Honey Hill I took on my way up to Churchill College, the Porter’s Lodge of Churchill, and the Virginia Creeper growing outside the Churchill squash courts. Churchill is a modern college so not one of the visually iconic Cambridge colleges, but the entrance here is striking and the Virginia creeper is just beautiful.

Honey Hill sign

Entrance to Porter's Lodge of Churchill College

Virginia creeper on Churchill College squash courts

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Intersection of Magdalene Street, Castle Street, Northampton Street, and Chesterton Lane

Sunday in My City: Magdalene Street

In Cambridge, Magdalene College is pronounced ‘maudlin’. Don’t ask; a punt tour guide explained it to my parents and I recently, but I forget – something about the founder wanting it to sound like his name and this was a way around that rule…

At any rate, these pictures are not of the college, but the street that has some of the prettiest buildings in Cambridge.

Shops along Magdalene Street
Shops along Magdalene Street
More shops along Magdalene Street
More shops along Magdalene Street

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Sheep' s Green May 2012

Week in Review: 27 May

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Making a real attempt to start weekly updates on the blog each Sunday – am a little obsessed with trying to remember everything, and I think it would give me some peace of mind to make sure I do it, though whether or not an interesting read for everyone else, I cannot say! Also going to start doing Sunday in my City (though the picture may or may not have been taken on Sunday)…the above was taken Thursday at Sheep’s Green, Cambridge, UK.
But onward!
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Magnolia by Pierre-Joseph Redoute

Redouté at the Fitzwilliam

We leaned in close, or bent our heads over the display cases, eyes as close as we could to the glass so see the detail of the art work. The small gallery was quiet, reverent, only disrupted when some other museum visitors crashed through the doors with only the Vermeer exhibition in mind. They soon left us, and the floral art of Redouté and his pupils, in peace.

The details of the flowers and leaves were lovely, and not just those – you could often see the tiny legs of the settling butterflies and lady birds. I enjoyed seeing not only his work but also his students – there was one piece called Sprays of lilac which was both precise and incredibly soft.

We did also go and see the Vermeer exhibition and the collection of treasures from the Hapsburg’s, both very interesting, but the Redouté has inspired me for a new short piece. Which is both frustrating but rewarding – assuming I can write it the way I’m currently envisioning it. Something with the delicacy of touch and how something so simple as that can be stunningly sexy. We’ll see.