Jane Austen, it is said, didn’t like Bath. At all. I’m sure that’s only because her mother took her there with the express purpose of trying to marry her off to someone rich and boring. It certainly couldn’t have had anything to do with a lack of lovely things to see.

Bath is terribly lovely. Everywhere you turn, it’s Look! Something lovely! You’ll see what I mean.

Monday, October 15, 2007 | photo albums