In Oxford, England – a place I once called my home – on the corner of Ship and Cornmarket Streets, there exists a lovely row of buildings that haven’t changed since the Tudor era. They lean ever-so-slightly over the street below, and every time I walked or cycled past them, I would smile, as they seemed to belong more in a nursery rhyme than in the heart of a bustling little city.
This spring, I traveled back to Oxford with my youngest son, and I was most happy to find that he, too, loved this particular corner as much as I always did. I like to imagine that Charles Dodgson (better known as Lewis Carroll), J.R.R. Tolkien, or C.S. Lewis once paused to admire this same charming little row of houses. Next time I return, I will surely visit this same spot and stand in the shadow of the lovely buildings that will continue to lean forward over Cornmarket Street long after we all have gone.