Bath, what a glorious day to remember. We took the train early in the morning through the English countryside to the beautiful city of Bath. Right off the train, I knew that this town was very different than London. The idea of an old town that I had in my head when thinking of London is very different from what London actually looks like. But upon arrival in Bath, the landscape was what I had thought London would look like. Bath is filled with historic buildings, a cathedral, Tudor-style houses, and quaint streets. Contrary to what you might be thinking right now, though, there was indeed no place to take a bath.
First up was the Pump Room for tea after the walk into town from the train. We walked inside with our skirts and dresses, feeling most proper and ready for tea. We ordered our tea, and as they came out, we could not help but begin to develop an accent, an old lady British one that is. My table took the liberty of naming ourselves with a backstory to add to the aesthetic of tea time; it was most fun (imagine me saying that in an accent). We continued this for a good hour after we left, just for the thrill of thinking we sounded cool.
Walking the streets of Bath was historic as the buildings were made of stone and the carvings within them were intricate and very detailed. You might be asking yourself, “Where did they go that was historic?” Well, that would indeed be all of the show Bridgerton’s filming locations as one does. After exploring the town and walking what seemed a million miles, we made our way back to the Roman Baths, where we met the group for a self-guided tour. We explored the inside of the baths and read all about the history, which was very interesting. They believed that the water had healing abilities, though this was in reality just a natural hot spring they discovered. Not only did they actually use the spring to bathe, but they also used the building they built around the baths to socialize and gossip. It is nice to know that even people back then liked to gossip around a hot tub. Going to Bath felt like stepping back in time, where the streets were quieter, the architecture was grander, and the accents were thicker.
Here is a picture of myself and my fellow ladies in waiting:
From left to right: Lady Harrington, Lady Butterfly, Lady Deers, Lady Oxford, and Lady Lashly who all have horrible British old lady sounding accents !
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