This path runs along the side of the garden opposite the city wall. It leads to the back gate, and the T.S. Eliot Theatre where we had lectures and various orientations (T.S. Eliot was indeed a Fellow at Merton, but he hated Oxford, spent all his time in London, and quit after one year. But I suppose if you can brag about a connection to a Nobel Laureate you do.)
The scent of flowers was so strong at the end of this path that sometimes I would just stop and close my eyes and breathe it in.
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