Bath has always been a retreat for the people of Britain, from the ancient Romans to Jane Austen to, well, me. This past weekend, my friend Emilia and I left London behind and headed to the Welsh countryside. During our weekend we made a special trip to Bath to soak in all its diversions (Ok, I know I already used that pun in the title, but seriously, we were sopping wet from the rain in Bath, so I’ll use it as liberally as I want.).
The Roman Baths. The Romans loved a good public bath. And you know what? So did I.


The Pump Room. In Jane Austen times, this was the place to be. Taking a turn about the room was an event.

The fountain that spews Bath’s famous mineral water.
Drinking the famous water in the Pump Room. They say it is good for you, but it kinda tastes like rotten eggs. Delish. Pulteney Bridge.
The Royal Crescent.
I just love the curves of these houses.
Me, Emilia, and Lorraine (our fab hostess). Random Bath Shots.



Ok, feel free to be jealous. It was just as great as it looks.
Coming up…tales from Wales. Oh, how I adore rhymes.