Hurray for the most visually appealing city in England, Bath! We started off this morning by visiting the Roman Baths that I'm just itching to recreate. Okay. Seriously! When I get my little professorship job in Montana and save enough money to buy a house with a yard, I'm putting one of these in. I'd have to put a greenhouse over it since it's Montana and would need some sheltering . . . well, maybe brick since those tumbleweeds/trees blow pretty hard across the landscape up there. But anyway, I'm building it! And I'll rent the space out for wedding receptions for extra cash. The baths were amazing complete with an exhibit of rings and other jewelry they found in the drain from Roman times. Yup, people lost stuff at the swimming pool even way back then. And, for free, they let you taste the water. Look how delicious I think it is!
How to describe the taste? Well, it's easy I guess. Picture a dirty swimming pool. Take a cuppa and heat it up to about 75 degrees. Then, bottoms up! After the pump rooms (hello where is Rupert Penry Jones?) we took a walking tour of Bath and wandered up to the Royal Crescent, the Circus, and saw the Assembly Rooms. For anyone who has not read/heard/seen a Jane Austen book or movie, then this probably is not important. To me, I loved it. Although admittedly, an RPJ sighting would have been pretty nice. I was mostly stunned by the beauty of the chandeliers in the Assembly Rooms.
And after my dad let me walk him up and down Bath about sixteen times in order to see everything, we were exhausted and ready to go back to the hotel for a dinner of a pickle and cheese sandwich. Curiouser and curiouser, "pickle" in England apparently means some interesting red melange of indeterminable chewy stuff. It wasn't bad but I prefer a good old classic dill, made from a cucumber. Oh, so now I'm just going to post a few pictures of interesting things. Here's looking up into the chandelier at the Upper Assembly Rooms.
Here's the spectacular and unparalled fan vaulting of the cathedral in Bath.
And here's a toast rack that spells out "TOAST". Genius, and I want one. I think I will always put toast out for breakfast in toast racks from now on.
And I'm sorry but the Upper Assembly Rooms were just so gorgeous, here's a photo of 'em. Can't you just picture Captain Wentworth storming down the hallway and out the door because he thinks that Anne Elliot is going to marry William Elliot. And then she bursts out of the concert and runs after him. And then William storms out after her and proposes. Hmmm, which one to choose? Blue-eyed sweetie worth over 5 million bucks or annoying slimey? Gosh, tough decision there.
Hurray for the most visually appealing city in England, Bath! We started off this morning by visiting the Roman Baths that I'm just itching to recreate. Okay. Seriously! When I get my little professorship job in Montana and save enough money to buy a house with a yard, I'm putting one of these in. I'd have to put a greenhouse over it since it's Montana and would need some sheltering . . . well, maybe brick since those tumbleweeds/trees blow pretty hard across the landscape up there. But anyway, I'm building it! And I'll rent the space out for wedding receptions for extra cash. The baths were amazing complete with an exhibit of rings and other jewelry they found in the drain from Roman times. Yup, people lost stuff at the swimming pool even way back then. And, for free, they let you taste the water. Look how delicious I think it is! 
How to describe the taste? Well, it's easy I guess. Picture a dirty swimming pool. Take a cuppa and heat it up to about 75 degrees. Then, bottoms up! After the pump rooms (hello where is Rupert Penry Jones?) we took a walking tour of Bath and wandered up to the Royal Crescent, the Circus, and saw the Assembly Rooms. For anyone who has not read/heard/seen a Jane Austen book or movie, then this probably is not important. To me, I loved it. Although admittedly, an RPJ sighting would have been pretty nice. I was mostly stunned by the beauty of the chandeliers in the Assembly Rooms. 
And after my dad let me walk him up and down Bath about sixteen times in order to see everything, we were exhausted and ready to go back to the hotel for a dinner of a pickle and cheese sandwich. Curiouser and curiouser, "pickle" in England apparently means some interesting red melange of indeterminable chewy stuff. It wasn't bad but I prefer a good old classic dill, made from a cucumber. Oh, so now I'm just going to post a few pictures of interesting things. Here's looking up into the chandelier at the Upper Assembly Rooms. 
Here's the spectacular and unparalled fan vaulting of the cathedral in Bath. 
And here's a toast rack that spells out "TOAST". Genius, and I want one. I think I will always put toast out for breakfast in toast racks from now on. 
And I'm sorry but the Upper Assembly Rooms were just so gorgeous, here's a photo of 'em. Can't you just picture Captain Wentworth storming down the hallway and out the door because he thinks that Anne Elliot is going to marry William Elliot. And then she bursts out of the concert and runs after him. And then William storms out after her and proposes. Hmmm, which one to choose? Blue-eyed sweetie worth over 5 million bucks or annoying slimey? Gosh, tough decision there. 
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