Bath

We got up the next morning and wandered around Bath. By this time, I had the bad cold RJH had suffered from, but could handle walking. We got away from the baths and the tourist-filled area and found a nice French café for breakfast. Then, we continued to The Circus, which is not what you might think.







The plaques above the doors of the homes within the Circus identified original inhabitants, like Lord Clive, nabob owner of the East India Company who figures highly in the novel I was reading (Mason and Dixon) or Thomas Gainsborough, the portrait painter.





We continued up the street to see the Assembly Rooms, straight out of a Jane Austen novel and then came back down and over to the Royal Crescent, and meandered back to the car.
















We then drove south (moreorless) towards the coast.