A Fanciful (and Pigeon-full) Day in Bath
As you may or may not have noticed, I have regrettably already managed to miss my Monday update. My apologies. It will not ( I hope) happen again.
My time has been taken up with writing two of my first papers, one of which is on Jane Austen. Being an Austenite, it is more of a labour of love than anything to write this paper. I have been excusing all kinds of Regency obsession indulgence as "research," including reading Sense and Sensibility, listening to all the musical soundtracks, and watching multiple movie adaptations of the books.
I suffer for academia. I really do.
Conveniently, this week our program took us on a trip to Bath, a city which Jane Austen wrote about frequently in her novels. It is a gaudy Georgian city, built for the affluent gentry in the classical style. It is home to some magnificent Roman Baths dating to the first century.
It really was one of my favorite trips so far. In lieu of a longer post, here's some pictures of the lovely adventure!
Between sleeping, reading, and looking out the window upon this magnificent view, the trip slipped by fairly quickly.These are the naturally hot Roman Baths. They have been here for 2,000 years! Bath, as it is rather creatively named, became famous as a place for people to come and get well. Unfortunately, the water does not seem to be very nourishing in this particular pool... I think one too many pennies has been tossed in.
Pictured here is the long row of Georgian houses. Bath was a popular vacation town for all sorts of people-- even the wealthy middle class! As long as you could pay, you could stay. One of the most appealing thing about Bath was the long row of houses built by the idealistic architect John Wood. They are tall, roman, and a perfect setting for the frivolous holiday of any gossip mongering Jane Austen character.
Are you a Les Miserables fan? This is the bridge where Javert sings his iconic song, and ends his tragic life. It seems rather astounding to me how sad the scene seems, in such a lovely place! It only goes to show how much you can do with lighting, music, and Russel Crowe.
"Yeah!" I said, as he poured a bit of bird feed in my hand. Before I knew it, there were pigeons on every conceivable sitt-able on-able place on my body. And they followed me too!
It was not all fun and games.
I think I inhaled some feathers.
Of course, I was singing "feed the birds" the rest of the day.
To make the whole pigeon situation more perfect, It was right outside the magnificent Bath Abbey. Founded in the 15th century, this cathedral style building has a lot of history in its walls.
Well, folks! That's all for now. I must go write my paper.
Be blessed, and find some pigeons to feed! I can guarantee it will make your day better.
Love, Peace, Joyness