|Pulteney Bridge, one of the grandest bridges in the world|
I was watching Persuasion the other day while folding laundry, and as Anne and the Admiral strolled through Bath, I suddenly recognized a fine old landmark.
"Hey, I've been next to that tree," I thought. "I took its picture!"
Then, suddenly, I was back in beautiful Bath with my good friend Holly, delighting again in the graceful curve of the Royal Crescent, relishing the incredible buns in the oldest house there, Sally Lunn's Historic Eating House, getting chills of excitement as I walked above ancient water systems at the Roman Baths, and shopping near the gorgeous Bath Abbey constructed of that most famous limestone, Bath stone.
I remember my brother saying. "All women are like, 'Ooooooh, Bath!', and men are like, 'Phflut, Bath.'"
What does my brother know? After all, does not Bath have the Jane Austen Centre? - a lovely place in which I wrote a love letter to my man with an old fashioned quill and blotter? (He didn't even appreciate the thought and effort; my note wasn't amorous enough!)
Is it not a charming place where my friend and I enjoyed a scrumptious tea at The Regency Tea Room (upstairs at the centre) before posing elegantly with Mr Darcy?
How about the Roman Baths, smelling of and draining history?
Is it not the only place to boast the gorgeous Royal Crescent?
And that fine old establishment that serves the most heavenly buns, Sally Lunn's?
Indeed, I defy my big brother. Bath is one of most beautiful places in the world, and I - lucky girl! - got to experience it firsthand
As I strolled along the Royal Crescent two Aprils ago, intoxicated by its romance and history, I imagined taking my handsome husband there on a romantic vacation someday.
It would be just like a Jane Austen novel.
Maybe a little more amorous.