Sunday, August 25, 2013
A Day in Bath
Olga and I started our morning yesterday at this graceful little bandshell. It's in a park just a short walk from our B&B, and it's a great place to take the dog for a romp.
We went back to the guesthouse, woke up Dave, and ate a far bigger breakfast than I ever eat -- but that was good, because it saved us from having to buy lunch later. Then the three of us set out to explore town. Central Bath is mostly built of beige sandstone, with graceful curved streets of Georgian houses.
In a public square near the main shopping district, we found this band performing various blues tunes.
Olga was not happy with the volume of the music. (Yes, that's Dave. She didn't jump into the lap of a complete stranger, though she probably would.)
After watching the crowds for a bit -- vendors carrying towering columns of mylar balloons, a Sikh bicyclist in a turquoise turban, three grizzled drunks reading a newspaper headlined "The 'Pervy' Cornflake" -- we continued walking through the shops. Dave bought a new jacket and I'm hoping I can finally get rid of (or at least hide) that hideous light blue one he sometimes wears.
Otherwise, I've been reading my novel, relaxing in bed and enjoying a couple of dog-friendly local pubs -- Garrick's Head and The Hop Pole. Fish & chips for dinner!