So after that second day in London we took the train over to Bath, a beautiful city about an hour and 45 minutes west of London. We met up with our lovely friends Janice and Ben and headed out into the city.
Bath is absolutely quintessential England. This gorgeous park with its brass band and a river that flows right beside it seems like it would be something you read in a book, not a place that actually exists. Seeing as it cost a pound to even get into the park, in my mind it still doesn't exist....
Most of the day we just walked around and enjoyed the city, saw the shops, and enjoyed the pubs.
That night we went to the Roman baths (hence the name bath, lolz). The city was founded by the Romans, and the hot spring that fed the bath hundreds of years ago still exists.
|Inside the Roman baths|
|The hot spring.... it was hawt|
The place was truly stunning. It was inspiring for me to be somewhere where thousands of people have been before so many years ago. Yet it's always difficult for me to comprehend the amount of history and the stories that lie in the walls of ruins, as the reference point is so distant.
To be continued....