Psst. Come into the corner of The Ballroom and I’ll show you some pictures. Please whisper because I don’t wish Lady B to notice me and tell me off for being late. I could claim to be on English time, but it’s practically Tuesday there so that excuse won’t work. I can, however, plead jet lag and take the Fifth.
Since I am entirely unprepared owing to a calendar malfunction (also known as not looking at it) I thought I’d share some vacation photos. They are not dirty pictures. Au contraire, they were taken during a day in the lovely Georgian city of Bath and are therefore extremely clean.
The pump in the famous Pump Room dispensed supposedly healing water to ailing Georgians. My daughter made the mistake of trying it. I had tasted it years ago and knew that it is utterly vile.
The Pump Room overlooks the Roman Bath which people still used in the 18th century as part of the health regime. The water comes from the natural hot spring.
I like to think that Jane Austen may have borrowed books here.
It was a rainy day but still enjoyable wandering the streets. We needed a hero with a large umbrella.
The Royal Crescent is one of the most glorious urban settings in the world. Too bad about the scaffolding and dumpster. They never appear in the official pics!
The Assembly Rooms were closed for a private function (I hope it was an assembly) but the Costume Museum was open.
These early 19th century gowns were made for very tiny people.
Lady B: Miss Neville!
Uh Oh. Gotta run. Many writers, including Jane Austen and Georgette Heyer have set stories in Bath. Do you have a favorite?