Showing posts with label Roman Baths. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Roman Baths. Show all posts

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Bath, A Jewel of an English City!



A typical street in Bath, England, with typical English weather.

When you think of the city of Bath, England, what comes to mind?  Drawing a blank?  Can’t get past the tower of London, Big Ben, and beer?  I sympathize.  Fortunately, I am here to enlighten you with a very brief overview of the glories of this uniquely delightful English city.

Bath, England:  Romans, Georgian Architecture, Jane Austin.  Pick just one and you’re in for a lifetime of blissful study.  We picked all three and ran ourselves raged in our five day, four night stay.  Yeah, you might say, but I don’t read, don’t like architecture, and who the hell is Jane Austin?

To that, I say, you are absolutely right to enjoy some reruns of The Flintstones, swilling a cold beer and munching a bowlful of grease laden, overly salted chips.  By the way, that’s chips in the American version.  Chips in the English version are what Americans call French fries. The Brits call our chips, crisps, a word difficult to say after you finish your first six pack.

Crisps are crispier than crinkled crumpets.  And by the way, what the Brits call crumpets, we call English muffins and what they call muffins….oh what the hell, change channels and pop another cold one.

But, for those worldly folk who travel to far places, and whose sweep of mind spans all forms of knowledge, let’s briefly explore Georgian architecture.

Bath is an almost perfectly preserved Georgian city.  By the way, what does the term Georgian architecture mean?  Well, first you have to know who George was.  From 1714 to 1830, a succession of British monarchs were named George, Georges I, II, III, and IV to be exact.  You may remember George III, the monarch during America's War of Independence.

An example of Georgian architecture....found all over the city.

And what is the style?  Some would say, exact symmetry.  Evenly spaced windows of the same size, chimneys on either end of the house, smaller dormer windows above. Pediments over the front entrance and windows.

When you stroll through this Georgian wonder of a city, you may notice some large bricked up windows.  Mark those down to the ‘window tax,’ another clever nonsensical result of government spending more money than it was bringing in.  To figure the tax on a house, the taxman counted the windows. This bit of governmental detritus floated from 1696 to 1851, and was dubbed ‘Daylight Robbery.’

A closeup of apartments on The Circus

The Circus


A view from No. 1 Royal Crescent

The Royal Crescent.  No 1 is on the far right.

I told you everything in Bath is close.  The Circus and The Royal Crescent are only a couple of blocks apart.

Every street in Bath is a testimony to the Georgian style, but some you must not miss are The Royal Crescent (No 1 is open to the public), and The Circus, a fabulous array of Georgian townhouses.  As you may know, originally Circus meant circle or ring (Latin).  Hence, modern circus tents are usually round, and we also have the nautical and aviation term circumnavigation.  In London, there’s the famous Piccadilly Circus, a vast traffic circle in the center of the city.

A view of the Roman baths.  Open for bathing until 1970!

The famous Pump House, next to the Roman Baths, and featured in a couple of Jane Austen's novels.
On to the Romans.  The Romans built a temple here in 50 A.D. and dedicated it to the Celtic goddess Sul and the Roman goddess Minerva, the goddess of healing.  Clever these Romans, to incorporate a local god along with their own.   The Romans named the city we now call Bath, Aquae-Sulis, the waters of Sulis.

Soon after, the Romans built an elaborate bath on the site of hot-springs, whose waters had been noted for centuries for their healing powers.  The baths and associated museum and displays are the best curated Roman remains I’ve seen, and that includes those in Rome.  The repair, uncovering, and upkeep are stories in themselves, and the results are a master’s class in Roman civilization and a Roman’s daily life.

Inside The Abbey


The Abbey's ornate ceiling.

Another place to visit is the world famous Bath Abbey, or as it’s officially known The Abbey Church of Saint Peter and Saint Paul. It’s an Anglian church now, but it’s history dates to 757 A.D. and an Anglo-Saxon monastery.  The Normans pulled it down to build a Norman cathedral.  In next few centuries, Norman edifice fell to ruin, and was then rebuilt to become a Catholic monastery, only to be ruined in 1539 when Henry VIII ordered monasteries dissolved.  Repairs began 70 years later and finished in 1874.


Pulteney Bridge, also showing the weir (lower right corner), a method of flood control.
Don’t miss The Pulteney Bridge, one of only a few bridges in the world lined with shops.  Completed in 1774, it crosses the River Avon.  What's another bridge with shops?  Come on, you travel junkies!  The Ponte Vechio in Florence, Italy, of course.

Shopping?  Oh, yeah, let’s get to that.  Bath is number one on my list for shopping areas.  Bath Street, in the old downtown is just the start of a bee hive of name shops, specialty stores, and bargain spots.  We had tea at Waterstone’s Books, at 4-5 Milsom, in the heart of the downtown.  CafĂ© W is known for it’s selections of local produce, including cookies and cakes.  The staff is friendly and since it was near closing time, the wait-staff passed out unsold pastries to all the patrons.

 The closeness of all the sights and shops and pubs makes Bath an ideal city for strolling.  Walk a few steps, see a major attraction, walk again and have tea, then a couple more blocks and you're at another attraction.  Perfect!

Ok, ok, now what about Jane Austin?  Sorry folks, that’s for another day, another blog, but soon…


And remember:  More yet to come, with closer looks at the Roman Baths, No 1 Royal Crescent, Pubs, and tea emporiums.  Oh, yeah, Bath is a small wonder world!

Getting there:  Trains leave from London's Paddington Station every 30 minutes for the hour and a half trip.



Friday, May 24, 2013

An Overnight in Baden-Baden


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I’ve already heard all the jokes; the town ain’t that bad-en, etc.  Give yourself a few more years before you try to hang with the Single Malt crowd.

No joking matter. We’re chatting about one of Germany’s most famous towns in one of Germany’s most beautiful regions, The Black Forest (Schwarzwald).  Why is it called The Black Forest?  You ask, I answer:  the Romans found the conifers in the forest so numerous and tightly packed they blocked out the light.

Heard of the famous eponymous cake and ham from The Black Forest?  The former’s a delicious meld of chocolate cake, cream, sour cherries, and cherry liquor.  Irresistible! Kinda like sex.  Indulge yourself!

Don’t stop there. The heavily cured ham, salty and smoky, is the perfectly sophisticated match for fresh, nutty bread, cheese, and grainy mustard.  Don’t forget a spicy, fruity gewĂĽrztraminer to wash it down. Fragrant and delicious, with a memory-maker flavor that makes you eschew machine generated ham and white air-bread.

Back to the Romans.  One of their settlements, both military and civilian, is now known as the city of Baden-Baden.  The Romans called it something else, but you wouldn’t remember anyway, so I’ll just say it had to do with water.  The waters of Baden-Baden (Bad in German means bath) have drawn visitors ever since.  Today, there are a couple of huge bath palaces; one offers a kiddie play venue and fun for the whole family, while the other (Friedrichsbad Roman-Irish Bath) is more for adults, with a barrage of different pools of different temperatures, hour long massages (brush scrubs, finishing lotions, etc), saunas, and even a room for napping.  After four hours of body-wilting pleasure, you may need it.  The packages range from about $30 to $55, depending on the amount of time and options you choose.  For you guilt ridden, sex obsessed Americans (I happily include myself in that group), yes the saunas are optionally nude.  That must surely be the subject for another blog entry.  To answer your second question, photos are not permitted in the bath palace.



Looking down on the pool from the top of the dome.

Don’t be deceived into thinking the Friedrichsbad Roman-Irish Bath is simply a splash-for-cash kinda place.   It stands as a temple to the art of bathing.  Architecturally amazing, it’s a wondrous array of carved stone and frescoes, with a huge and magnificent dome rising from the center.  Many have called it a sensory treat for body and soul. No wonder it’s been so popular for well over a century.

Besides the promise of knuckle biting titillation, what else does Baden-Baden offer?  Restaurants and bistros galore, most spilling out into the walking streets.  Friendly crowds.  Shopping that begs you to look in just one more window.  Museums, such as the Kunstmuseum Gehrke-Remund (dedicated to the Mexican artist Frida Kahlo), the Frieder Burda (with art that spans the spectrum from old to very modern), the FabergĂ© Museum (featuring the Russian artist), and the 19th Century Art and Technology Museum.  All of these are conveniently only a short walk apart.

View from the Löwenbrau Bistro

Asparagus and strawberries are in season! 

Details make the difference



Down the street stands the famous Casino that’s attracted the well heeled since the 19th Century.  Bring your passport and for men a coat and tie.  Think of David Niven in Monte Carlo and you’ll be on the right track.  Right from La Belle Époche, the Spielhaus has served the adventurous since 1821.  Don’t feel the urge to wager?  I’ve heard the restaurant is excellent.  With a little luck maybe one day I’ll find out!  Reservations!  Don’t miss The Theater.  Stage and Movies.

Then there are the Roman bath ruins.  No photography allowed, which puzzled me.  Old brick tiles, cement, crumbling walls, and a sophisticated heating system that would stand up to modern standards.  But why no photography?  My trigger finger itched.  At no extra charge, you’re given a listening tour that guides you from station to station and takes you back a couple of thousand years.

Even with all those things to do, what do you think constantly makes the top of the tourist list?  The incomparable Lichtentaler Allee.  Stretching for miles beside the Oos River, its bordered by grand, but tasteful hotels, decked out in flowers, towering trees, and flowing fountains. To walk here is to forget the cares of the world and indulge the human need to think and dream.  Stirring, yet restful, the gentle sound of gurgling water, the soft breeze through the treetops, and solitude of the greenery strewn path, always calms and soothes.

The rightfully famous Lichtentaler Allee


One of the grand hotels, The Atlantic sits unobtrusively on the banks of the Oos, a stone’s throw from the Lichtentaler Allee.  They offer weekend getaways that often include extras that help you to get to know this most interesting and beautiful German city.



Baden-Baden is less than two hours from most of the southern part of western Germany.  Don’t hesitate.  Just go!

Just a small portion of the walking streets

Everywhere you turn is a new adventure.


A City of Art, Gardens, Trees 

Even in the private corners, you find beauty

The heart of Baden-Baden: Art, Fashion, Architecture