Well, clean enough. I did spend the day in Bath, and I did try drinking some water, but I did not take a bath in Bath. The water tasted not great. I've tasted worse, but not happily.
I started out by going to the Jane Austen Centre. I want you to know that I hate Jane Austen, just to make that clear. I hate her for two reasons.
1. When I try to teach Austen, I sort of drool stupidly and just repeat, over and over, "isn't that amazing?" and "she's so good" and "isn't that funny?" As you might imagine, that doesn't go over terribly well with students.
2. She didn't write nearly enough. If she'd written just a couple more novels... wouldn't that be wonderful? (Yes, I've read the juvenalia, but seriously, if she'd written as many novels as Shakespeare did plays, what an orgasm of novel reading!)
exhibit of award winning movie costumes. It made it sort of hard to get a real sense of the ballroom, but I got to see some fun costumes.
about midway up the columns was the 18th century level.
This was an absolutely fascinating place to visit, just amazing. But it felt like I'd visited three very different Baths!
And then when I got "home," I got off the train in Paddington Station to see this:
They handed out a flyer thing to explain about themselves, and in case you're interested, it says that "The Band is always looking for New Players. Even French Horn." And gives a number.
It also says that "There are no Rehersals as all Performances are Public Concerts." How's that for playing without a net?
Still, it was pretty cool to get off the plane and hear a band, and then walk forward and see one! (I thought for a bit that it was a flash mob thingy, but it's more a Victorian social leftover.