A while ago I went on a trip to pleasantly polite Cambridge . It seemed as though the buildings weren’t ancient and full of centuries of wisdom – they were rather like those friendly old couples that don’t talk to you but just smile gently whenever you pass them by. The weather was gloomy with an incessant drizzle spattering on my face and life seemed rather hazy and slow paced.

My favourite part was exploring a tiny handicraft market with a cozy collection of crafts. Stalls of handmade stamps with every imaginable flaura and fauna, jewelry made from antique forks and coins, plush whales and narwhals. The lady selling the nautical animals looked like she came from the North, smiling calmly beneath her icy white hair and  knitted hat,  informing us with her knowledge on marine conservation. It’s funny how a town’s inhabitants come to reflect the energy of a city.