Our visit to Cambridge was full of walks; sadly, all of the walks were balanced out by the savory pies, and I returned home no more ready for my wedding than I left it.
We walked, through a slight mist, with one of Francisco's old friends, a new friend to me, around the Cambridge botanical gardens.
What I loved most were the tiny, delicate, alpine flowers. And the really old greenhouses, which were made of wood, with wrought iron hinges and other contraptions.
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