At lunch, Pembroke's cafeteria (affectionately known as the "trough") served caramelized figs in flaky pastry crust, topped with burnt orange syrup and whipped cream. It was so delicious I helped myself to a second serving at dinner. Such decadent desserts are served on a daily basis because they're leftovers from formal hall dinner. They're also cheap—only 87p!
I also stayed awake during stats lecture. Woooo!
What else... I read some papers on neural transplants for Parkinson's patients, plus some chapters from Neuroscience to Neurology, at a coffee shop across the street from Pembroke College. It's called Trockel Ulmann & Freunde, and it's a cozy and colorful little nook that's not overrun by tourists. I think I'll be studying there often. Too bad they close at 5 p.m. though.
Lots of things close at 5 p.m. here.
This evening, I biked farther away from the center of Cambridge then I ever did before—to Fitzwilliam College, where CU Taekwondo was holding their first practice session. 1) I'm glad I didn't end up at Fitzwilliam because it's goddamn far and the architecture is depressingly modern, and 2) I'm surprised that I didn't feel any surprise at all upon witnessing people who were yelling and kicking each other in the face.
This is the second time you've mentioned your bike, and yet no pix. Girl, don't you know the golden rule? Pictures or it din't happen. DUH.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry I couldn't even focus on the words you typed... all I can do is stare at that picture...
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