I have read more Regency novels than I'd care to admit. Escaping from London to Bath in the heat of the summer is a common theme in many of them. I was thrilled when Bath was on our itinerary.
It was my favorite stop on our trip to England.
One of our travel guides talked about the gold hue of Bath stone. I'd read for years about the Crescent, the Circus, the Pump Room, the Roman Baths and the Assembly Rooms. Seeing them in person tickled me to no end. They were as described.
We sipped the waters from the pump room fountain. They taste like what you would expect from warm water with 44 minerals. I drank most of it in hopes that it would cure all of my ailments.
"I leisurely made my way around the Pump Room making cursory conversation with elderly matrons eager to make a match for their insipid offspring." I had no intention of becoming a prize to be won, my wealth adding to their dwindling coffers."
"I saw him later that evening at the Assembly Rooms. I don't know who he thought he was, brazenly staring at me like that. I heard that he wasn't in the market for a wife so what was he doing in Bath?"
"The ensemble began to play and couples took to the floor. My dance card was rarely full which was completely satisfactory to me. Oh my. He was headed my way and there was no way out of the hall."
You can guess that the Mr. Pembroke and Miss Tilbury of my imagination made a splendid match. I don't see how any romance could fail in the darling city of Bath.
Even if romance novels aren't your thing, the city of Bath is a must see on any visit to the U.K.
Katie
