From her vantage point in the tower of Magdalen College, Effie had a birds-eye view of the City of Oxford, which reminded her of a medieval town cast in gold. Against the backdrop of an ancient city wall, colleges crowned with spires and domes dominated the landscape. Some dated to the thirteenth century. Constructed of honey-colored stone, the buildings glowed like amber in the noonday sun.
Unobserved, she gazed down upon the students, tourists, and natives who strolled along the narrow streets, crossed campuses, and passed under the Bridge of Sighs. Oxford was a blend of old and new–a place where past and present met and found each other compatible.
THE PRINCE IN THE TOWER, pg. 197