CQH had appointments at the hospital, so she and I stayed behind in London while EBH and HDH went with the group to Chawton (i.e., Jane Austen's house) and Bath. (C and I visited the Courtauld Gallery in London instead, which was delightful.) But as you can tell, it was a cold morning, with hard frosts all across the south of England.
Jane Austen's writing desk.
The Jane Austen House. H later reported that it really was a bit of a disappointment. Almost none of the furniture in the house was Austen's. In fact, almost nothing in the house now ever belonged to Jane Austen. It was more of a "this is the kind of vase a contemporary of Jane Austen's may have put flowers in" kind of place.
Then on to Bath. I don't know what this is called (a "sedan chair," perhaps?) but I want one, along with the servants to carry me around in it. Or more importantly, the wealth and leisure time to be so lazy. Hmmmmm.
Bath has a fashion museum. Here's one little girl totally in her element.
And again.
And again.
Grocery stores don't look like this in the US. Not even in Vegas.
The bath at Bath.
It was a really cold day.
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