Life in Cambridge

Continuing from my previous post.
It was time to return back to the afternoon where we decided to head back again into the town and enjoy the views of candid life. Sometimes it is hard to justify all the pictures we take.

On the side note
: I know you do not like to see the watermark versions but I cannot help it because people do not feel like asking before stealing so I have to stick to the way I feel like is best to share. 

What better way to head back into the town and stand in front of the HARDY’s to give it a thought of another go or no go. How can we resist not to visit it again. But this time the view is from outside. 

But then we needed to carry on further onto the right this time. Taking us towards the King’s Parade. The path in itself attracts you to few little alleys and small entrances into the big universities. Ofcourse you got to pay a price for visiting each university ranging between £4 to £6 per adult. Children ticket goes bit cheaper. Anyways we were not going to go through all the universities this time but rather walk down the street gather some souvenirs and follow some old folks paths. 

Since my respected Sir was with me, I had all the reason to listen to him and his sharing of the knowledge that embarks a direction towards new learning each time. We ended up in the bookshop where I was introduced to Peter Ackroyd’s stunning collection of the books about England. Ah it was just beginning.  More will follow soon (You need to follow these blogs)
There is always a time to learn something and we humans are never too old for the knowledge. Just as we talked about knowledge, I had to take a picture of this book above to remember it so I know what I will be reading next once I can finish my existing Psychology reading from Sigmund Freud on the Dreams.

Back out in the external world, it is time to capture some different perspectives now.  Back lanes, those old lamps and bicycles along the streets. How can we not capture them – it is the real essence of the Cambridge life.

A little map of its own from the ever changing world casted in alloy to share with those who still seek to see this place in the history of how it has evolved. There is something about all these places – London, Cambridge, Oxford, Bristol and list is endless – the history is so vital to all these places. Something that makes us visit this place more than once and still kind of leave an impression – we missed something. This was my sixth time and each time I can see something new that is interesting for the eyes and for the camera.

A little different perspective to the summer tones which are becoming Autumnal by the end of this week. Last few shadows encasted by the line of spectators enjoying the vivid sunlight of Cambridgeshire.

Philosphy of Cambridge is simple, peaceful and all about concentration. Even in the middle of crowd you know you will find what you are looking for. Moment of silence to still read that book which you have brought along with you. This is immensely attractive place for students and I love to mention it again as I find it so relaxing. A feeling that makes me take the student life all again.

For all other reasons there is plenty of entertainment from the singers on the streets to the tired students who are exhausted with their day jobs seeking to rest a bit regardless even without a seat to sit on. The day and life in Cambridge is rich in colours since students from all over the world count it as the ultimate “Mecca” of all the universities.

One of the places where we all love to go in all such places is souvenir shops. The best place for souvenirs in one place is to visit Tourist Information Centre just behind the Cambridge Market square. You can find all the kind of local souvenirs in one centralised shop. I would say some of the things are unique to other street shops that make it worth a visit.

Ah not to forget the man above Rose Cresent. So sweet that he is best to be seen in proper light as at the first glance you may not notice him to be real 🙂 Just a little tip for the first time visitors of the Rose Cresent man in the balcony.

Life in colour is all we look at and all we want to look at. But for a change there was a reason to share this with special colour impact.


& then comes the Tree of life. I love to visit this corner of the Trinity Palace.

Time out away from the universities. It was time to head to Cambs river before the sunsets in. The last few rays of sun embrace the Punting to bring out the best capture for photographing too. Sometimes you do get to see some cool candids along the the river path. Like this one that instantly catches the eye.

Oh, did I not tell you – all the young girls can get the man they fancy with muscles punting along the river while they sit and capture every single muscle they want to capture. Ofcourse the price, that depends on the punter and the girl in the boat who can settle for best deal 🙂 – Upto you lucky ladies.

Walking on the board walk along the river towards the foot bridge it became more and more cool. The last rays of sun going down and the shadows coming into the play – it is soon going to be dark. And we must head back into our hotel since my dear Sir had his knee pain straining – I wanted to ensure we reach back to the hotel room before it turns to get cold.

On the other side of the river was these restless and youthful people who would not want to relax but to enjoy every last bit of this sunshine.

Back into the 150years hotel that has seen it all that has passed in this century. The symbolic hotel from the past that takes us back in time once you step inside. Interesting to know as I did not know that the history is huge in this place and it grows on you as you walk through this place.

This was about time that I should say thanks to Mr Romesh Bhattacharji who gave me this special oppurtunity to share the knowledge from his endless treasure of vast information. This picture below has so much meaning to me that I will possibly look back in time again & again to appreciate it. I would one day want to follow his book and ride the passes along the routes he mentioned. I loved this day to the bits with thanks once again to the teacher, friend, and the Guru .

To get the book from Author is specially signed words is more than I can appreciate for times to come.

& for rest all of you followers, viewers the last shades of nature colors shall fill up your day.

Watch out this space for the next adventure as it becomes bigger to life. Peter Ackroyd, Jean Keay – The Great Arc, NJ9842 and endless stories.