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Bath, Somerset, England, continued
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| On a back street near the Bath Abbey stands the Sally Lunn bakery/tearoom. It's been there a while, since the 1600s. | Sally Lunn buns are almost small loaves of a very light, almost cake, bread. Half of one is usually enough for a person. |
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| We are about to go into Sally Lunn's for lunch and a taste of the "original" Sally Lunn bun. | I ordered my usual lunch, a cream tea. Look at the size of that half a bun. It was wonderful with the thick clotted cream and strawberry jam. |
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| Bath Abbey is right next to the Roman Baths. The Baths were a religious center in Roman and Celtic times, so Christianity just moved right in, too. | The Abbey is lit at night. It's an almost magical sight. |
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There is a couryard lined with stores and restaurants in front of Bath Abbey. The Roman Baths and Pump Room restaurant are in the buildings down the right side of the square.Note Bob on the left waiting to be fed.
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This is what he was waiting for—a Cornish pasty! |
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| On the south side of Bath Abbey is a large public square. Wandering musicians play in both the Abbey Courtyard and the Abbey Square. | We enjoyed this fellow a number of times. He played semi-classical music on his xylophone. |
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| No only was there a Pasty Presto in the Courtyard, but Ben and Jerry's had wandered over from Vermont. Bob is lined up for ice cream sundaes. | Ben and Jerry's. A touch of home. |
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| Istudied the great 1774 Royal Crescent in art history years ago. Note all the doorways. These are 30 upscale townhouses designed as one monumental Georgian edifice. | The end townhouse, Number One Royal Crescent, is open to the public as a museum home restored to the Georgian period. We saw our first dog wheel there. It was a cage for dogs to run in and power the spit(s) in the huge fireplace.C |
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Jane Austen, the great novelist, lived in Bath for a number of years and set two of her novels there. The Jane Austen Center has a museum of her Bath years and novels, historic talks, and a shop. That is a real person standing there.
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One day we heard strange sounds, and followed them to George and his Didge, a street musician who not only was master of the Australian didgeridoo, but also accompanied himself on the drum. It was strange and compelling music. He did a brisk business in CDs. |
