Driving into Bath was visually pleasing but the roads were clogged with cars. In spite of that, it's my favourite place so far. The buildings were made of the same material and in a similar style. An architect's dream town - every street and alley complimenting the next perfectly.
Yannick lined this photo up as he knew it would make a great photo. That van was running, so we thought it couldn't be long before the owner moved it. But we waited and waited. In the end, we had to take the photo with the ruinous van. Also, a commuter.
Some parts of the baths were still very intact. There was some lead piping around in the Great Bath, and 'curses'. (People threw messages into the bath for the goddess of the bath, usually asking for thieves to be brought to justice. Some curses contained a list of possible suspects to narrow it down for her.) All in all, a fantastic 'museum' of sorts and well worth the cost of entry. I bought the T-shirt.
We had dinner at a pub called Sam Wellers. Proper English food, big portions for reasonable prices. I had the cottage pie and a Pimm's. They serve everything with peas in England, which I love.