All tours are fundamentally flawed. Though they might be detailed and student-focused, they are utterly incapable of expressing what it is like to love Oxford.
There is no place in Oxford that my muscle memory takes me to more reliably than the Alternative Tuck Shop. This happens regardless of my state – still half-asleep, perhaps slightly hungover, or already late for class.
This winter, social media encourages us to embark on the journey of the "winter arc": a self-optimisation quest which leaves little room for hibernation.
Two Oxford students headed to Europe for a bit of springtime culture and relaxation on the cheap. One was a Classicist looking for some Roman Ruins; the other was a History student more keen on the 20th century ruins of the Berlin Wall. How did their holidays compare?