The university was nearly deserted, as all of the students and much of the faculty had gone away for the holidays. The quiet landscape was filled with a motley collection of building styles, most she assumed were recent and a few that had likely stood for eighty years or more. She liked those, the elegant brick edifices with soaring towers covered in winter-leafless ivy vines. The ground was covered in snow, with the broad expanses of white broken by strange, shapeless concrete and metal sculptures and stately mature oak trees.
"We'll do the grand tour another day when it's warmer, if you don't mind. The brisk wind blew swirls of snowflakes across the windscreen of the Jeep as David turned into one of the parking areas, this one next to one of the most modern - she supposed - of the buildings, a giant cube of concrete and white marble. "This is the library."