Variety, the old saw says, is the spice of life-and for sheer spice nothing beats the month of May.
After months of treading that narrow, slushy path from Sever to The Bick, Cambridge life spreads like the lush Ivy on Widener's walls. Many paths head out through the Yard gates, some towards the banks of the Charles, others towards the beach and tennis courts, others just winding aimlessly through hot May sunshine.
As late May turns to June, Cambridge finally shucks its wintry inhibitions and blossoms out in all of its famed originality. Mauve peddiepushers and cerise dirndles are seen escorted by olive green Egyptian lines and Stuart plaid Bermuda shorts.
Cambridge comes into its own in the Merry, Merry Month of May.
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