the missing bean *oxford*
Oh my goodness. I fell in love repeatedly in Oxford. The grey skies allowed my eyes to dance freely among its beauty without any glare to block it. The texture and colours of the walls, the greenery crawling up them. The little pathways and lanes to explore. And the locals. Oh my. Those beautifully dressed girls, smartly attired men, and dapper grey-haired gentlemen, many gliding past on bicycles. It reminded me of my love of watching bike riders in Copenhagen. It also flows into my deep appreciation of a city design and culture that fosters walking or cycling. As our friends led us into The Missing Bean cafe, I couldn’t focus on the drinks in front of us. I just had to capture some of this gorgeousness that was making a grin creep across my face. I excused myself, sized up the safe route to go outside and stood smiling at everything. Sometimes I lifted my camera, sometimes I just took it in. The girl in the window with long dark hair and a cream jumper smiled at me. What a beautiful stranger. While her smile was not captured with my camera, it has stayed in my mind.