It's funny how a city can feel like an old friend after just a few days. I found myself wandering the cobbled streets of Bath, where the past seems to whisper from every corner. The architecture is so elegant, it's hard not to feel a little more refined just by being there. I sat on a bench near the Roman Baths, watching people pass by—some with cameras, some with books, and a few just quietly taking it all in. There’s a calmness here that’s easy to get lost in.
I tried a traditional afternoon tea at a little café tucked behind the main square. The scones were warm, the clotted cream was rich, and the tea was just right. It felt like a small, sweet ritual that reminded me why I love these kinds of places. Not everything has to be exciting or fast-paced. Sometimes, it's the quiet moments that stay with you the most.
I walked along the Avon River one evening, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink. A couple of swans glided by, and for a moment, everything else faded away. It's strange how a city can make you feel both connected and alone at the same time. I didn’t rush anything. I just let the day unfold, one step at a time.
