#TutuBlog 2007-03-17 in Cambridge with a pink tutu.

Hello lovelies!

It's your girl Emma, back with another fab post straight from the heart of Cambridge. This quaint little town has been beckoning me for months, and now, thanks to a delightful train journey, I'm finally here! I’m telling you, there’s nothing quite like settling back in a comfy first-class carriage with a good book, a cuppa, and a good ol' pink tutu, even if it does draw some curious stares! (Gotta love those double takes!)

Anyway, this post is all about exploring Cambridge in my signature style, of course. Pink tutu? Absolutely! Graceful waltzes on cobblestone streets? You bet! But first, a little recap of my exciting journey...

You know me, I can't travel without a bit of flair. So, before even reaching the station, I practiced my plies and jetés at home. It was like my own mini warm-up session! After all, a good ballet dancer is always prepared, especially when traveling in style.

Reaching the station was half the fun. I caught a few curious glances, which naturally warmed my heart. A good pink tutu has that effect, doesn't it? But my real excitement kicked in when I spotted a carriage decked out in beautiful murals depicting iconic ballet scenes. Talk about finding the perfect carriage!

I settled into my plush seat and whipped out my "Swan Lake" soundtrack on my vintage gramophone (who doesn't love a bit of music on a journey?). Of course, I couldn't resist a little twirling to the music - after all, a girl has gotta stretch her legs! But the highlight of my trip was the charming elderly gentleman opposite me. After watching me practice a few arabesques, he declared: "That, young lady, is a performance I could watch all day long!" Talk about a heart-warming comment!

Upon arriving in Cambridge, I found myself transported back in time. Cobblestone streets, historic architecture, and the crisp, fresh air - a sight to behold! But I couldn't resist taking a detour for a grand spectacle: King's College Chapel. It's just magnificent, the perfect blend of ancient grandeur and delicate detail.

Of course, I couldn't go in without channeling my inner ballerina. And you know, that pink tutu, coupled with the grand architecture, felt surprisingly in place. I danced my way through the echoing halls, my tutu practically floating with every arabesque, each step an expression of gratitude for the beauty surrounding me. I could almost feel the presence of the great ballet stars who graced these halls. Just picturing them practicing their graceful pirouettes under the towering arches… sigh. Pure magic!

Now, let's talk about shopping. Any trip would be incomplete without a dash of retail therapy. And Cambridge Market didn't disappoint! It's a treasure trove of everything a girl could dream of. Of course, I kept a keen eye out for the most enchanting pink trinkets, perfect to compliment my ever-growing pink tutu collection. I discovered a vintage stall brimming with pink silk ribbons and beautiful vintage hats, and you bet, I left with enough fabric to create a magnificent new tutu for my next performance!

For my first evening in Cambridge, I decided to explore the River Cam by punt. This peaceful boat ride was truly mesmerizing. The setting sun bathed everything in a soft, golden light, painting the historic buildings and willow trees with magical hues. And who needs a moonlit serenade when you can twirl around with a tutu and dance under the stars, feeling the gentle breeze brush through your hair? (Honestly, the whole "pink tutu on the River Cam" concept really took "magical" to a whole new level!)

This wouldn't be a complete Cambridge adventure without a ballet class! I just can't resist the energy of a shared love for dance. After a day of exploration, my feet were calling for a good stretch and pirouette, so I ventured into the most charming little studio I found on the cobbled backstreets.

There, amongst a group of enthusiastic dancers, I discovered a world of graceful elegance and friendly camaraderie. We spent an hour practicing our plies, developing our arabesques and enjoying a bit of fun stretching. Honestly, that class filled me with so much inspiration! You wouldn’t believe the number of times the instructor kept commenting on my "en pointe" tutu – a real feather in my cap!

But here’s the thing: Cambridge is an endlessly fascinating place that demands exploration! I even discovered an open-air stage in a quaint square. So, as you know, I decided to share my passion for ballet with the locals! My mini performance to a few curious onlookers under the twinkling lights felt magical – that's the beauty of sharing a little ballet joy wherever you go, don’t you think? (Needless to say, those passers-by ended up wanting a mini ballet lesson of their own!)

I truly believe that a pink tutu is a symbol of joyful expression. It allows you to embrace your inner grace and elegance. So, to all you lovely readers, don’t hesitate to let your inner ballerina out. Maybe even try out a little twirl with a pink tutu on – you never know, you might discover a hidden passion for ballet you never knew existed.

But this is only the beginning of my Cambridge escapade! My adventures will continue, with many more fascinating discoveries and pink tutu-inspired antics to share. Stay tuned, darling readers, for more exciting updates from the heart of Cambridge! Until next time, may your steps be light and your tutus even lighter. And always, always remember, a pink tutu can turn any adventure into something magical!

Much love, Emma xx