We wanted to pack as much into our two days as possible. We’d both been to the Roman Baths before, so no need to do that (the tour is highly recommended, if only to marvel at Roman engineering). But we did a bit of splashing around – Bath was a spa town even before the Romans discovered the health-giving effects of the famous hot springs – they named it Aquae Sulis, but the City (Bath is not technically a town as it has a cathedral – which in Britain gives it City status) became very popular among the Georgians, who came in droves to take the waters, and in turn they left the city with a legacy of stunning architecture. I could barely keep my nose out of real estate agent windows. Back to the dipping – we decided to partake of the waters with a visit to Thermae Bath Spa, a never ending series of baths – fed by the famous ancient springs – on several levels. To get in you had to pay a pretty penny, which made me wish my bank account was fed by some sort of hot spring. Having donned our bathing suits, we skimped on the “towel/bathrobe/slippers package, and just went for rental of the three quid a time towel – later, with dripping wet towels and slipping all over the place, we thought we should have ponied up the extra for the robe and slippers. The evening was beautiful – summer, warm, light – and there we were, bobbing around in the rooftop pool, with steam edging up and turning my hair curly.
And this one was on loan from the TV costumiers - recognize them from the second series of Downton Abbey?
Mr. B’s Emporium is one of my favorite bookstores, so we just had to go there next. I bought a couple of books and we whiled away some time just lingering – bliss.
Where to next? You might well ask. I already have a few visits planned to visit my mother in 2015 – I like to see her as often as I can, so I mentioned to Corinne that I would be back in December, February and April. “Oh, the south of France is lovely in April,” she said. And wouldn’t you know it – the EasyJet “flight sale” email landed in my mailbox that same day. We agreed on dates and I booked our London to Nice flights before they sold out (soooo cheap!) - we’re only going for three days, but what the heck – it’ll be another adventure. And you’re only young once .