'The real enchantment of
Cambridge is of the intimate kind; an enchantment lingering in the nooks and
corners, coming upon one gradually down the narrow streets, and ripening year
by year. The little river and its lawns and willows, the old trees in the old
garden, the obscure bowling-greens, the crooked lanes with glimpses of cornices
and turrets, the low dark opening out on to sunny grass – in these, and in the
things like these, dwells the fascination of Cambridge.’
L. Strachey
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