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Here’s some b&w pictures I took in Bath a few winters ago. I finally got the film developed after finding it in a drawer. Pentax ME Super + 28mm lens + Ilford HP5. I’ve been to Bath a lot, both as a Classics student to look at stuff in the Baths, as a tour guide, and visiting my ex’s family, who were from a village not too far away. It’s stopped looking exotic to me.

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I was obviously really taken with this square with the tree in it. There’s a really good vegetarian cafe/restaurant nearby.

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The River Avon. Silly name for a river, really, seeing as avon/afon means river.

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In the basement of that building across the weir is a nice little café that does ginger beer and excellent carrot cake.

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I didn’t go inside that time, because I’m a godless heathen, and also, I’ve been inside so many times.

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Behold the flying buttresses that aren’t. Now do your worksheet about stained glass windows.

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I have drunk the water quite a few times. It tasted horrible, and I’ve failed to grow up big and strong. I’ve never caught scurvy or scabies or anything though, so maybe it does work.

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At the height of the tourist season there would be people strutting around dressed as centurions or regency people offering tours. Not in January.