Bath, England to me is what I imagine Rome to be like. Many statues serving as sentries for important old places, intricate detail everywhere and engineering ingenuity. Bath feels romantic and quaint despite its relatively large size. It’s age gives it a sense of majesty. The streets are filled with cafe’s, bookshops, musicians and galleries. It is my kind of town.
Bath is home to the Bath Abbey and the Roman Baths.
The Bath Abbey church that we saw is the third reincarnation of a place of worship on this site. As with all good historical stories, invasions by different groups over the centuries meant tearing down and rebuilding something more in the style of the current religious trend or denomination.
Bath was established as a spa centre for Romans. So no surprises there as to the origin of the town’s name.
So the Roman Baths are said to be 2000 years old. As with most things that old the Baths today are not displaying all of their former glory. I have to say that this is what I like about such old places – the wear and tear.
The original baths were simply mud pits fed by natural hot springs. The ill were reputed to have wallowed in the mud for its curative powers. The romans built a temple over it and gradually over the centuries built most of what is visible still today. The engineering that was developed is impressive. With three baths – a hot, warm and cold bath, a fresh water drinking fountain and spring overflow system.
The baths emerald waters also make beautiful reflective pools for any photographer to marvel at and capture.
I think I will add Bath to my list of favourite places to visit. As much for the history as for it’s welcoming vibe and photogenicness (is that a new word I just made up?).