Roman Bath

Beep, beep. Wake up for breakfast. Alas, it is raining! The only place we can escape to are the Roman Baths.

Built by the Romans for a daily bathing ritual around hot springs, believed to be blessed by the goddess Minerva, the Baths take us back 2000 years to a history which we all share. The paved streets, or their remains, remind us of the streets in the villages in India. The ruins consist of a temple to which visitors came from far and wide to get cured, blessed, curse others and offer prayers. There is an excellent display of brass plates and coins. The similarity of Roman life with that of South Indian, I can say safely, is astonishingly similar. So maybe Guillaume and me do share a common genealogy or maybe its taking things a bit too far.

We continue our stroll through the sunny afternoon along the alleyways of Bath overlooking the hills around. the architecture is really different from the rest of England. Could be the Roman influence; no bricks but stone and plenty of stone columns to resemble a Roman town.

Among the curious things is a vinegar and oil shop selling different kinds of vinegar in casks as well as olive oil from different parts. We buy fig vinegar and basil oil for salad dressing. We drive over the hills to look down at the valley below where Bath is situated on the bank of river Avon to get the shades of sunset.

Looking forward to some more good food and experience something new tomorrow...