bath

we meant to explore the christmas markets first thing in the morning, but only made it to the town centre in the afternoon. and got further distracted by the tasting room. i mean, good wines by the glass and hearty tapas? why not :) we washed it all down with a legit affogato before strolling by the avon river in a vain attempt to undo the cheese, alcohol and sugar coma. there was also a rugby game on and being too cheap to buy tickets, we caught what we can from across the bridge.

as the sun was setting, we made our way to the thermal bathes to catch the sunset from the rooftop pool. it was modern and reminiscent of the blue lagoon in iceland, sans silica pool bottoms to rub on our faces. we soaked to our hearts content in the indoor pool, outdoor pool and rotated around the four scented steam rooms. it was a two hour slot and in between we got hungry again (sigh) and stopped for drinks and nibbles in the restaurant. it was a novel feeling to be in our wet bathers and robe, casually sitting in the middle of what looked like a rather fancy restaurant.

and two hours later, we emerged refreshed and only a little like dried prunes, to see the market by night. oh, and eat some more.