I love this photo and I really don’t know why. Maybe it has a certain enchantment. This week’s rain and fog have tempted me to remember the day we spent at Lewis’s houseâ€”dodging showers, drinking tea, and eating biscuits with the the lady, who was the Warden.
“My first taste of Oxford,” wrote Lewis, “was comical enough. I had made no arrangements about quarters and, having no more luggage than I could carry in my hand, I sallied out of the railway station on foot to find either a lodging-house or a cheap hotel; all agog for ‘dreaming spires’ and ‘last enchantments.'”