There were elements of Bath that hugely reminded Joe and I of two of our favourite cities, Paris and Edinburgh. With the grand Georgian architecture, winding cobbled streets with brasseries and cafes tilted on the pavements, and sloping walks leading to unexpected views- the scenes of the city felt both new and familiar all at once.
On our second morning, after walking across Pulteney Bridge (with a few necessary shop and coffee shop pit stops en route), we wound up on this beautiful square the other side of the city and found ourselves embracing the French city feel of this West Country escape. On top of that, with an outfit built up of my Parisian loves ba&sh (and some navy denim and deep red to embrace my inner Jeanne Damas), I felt suitably chic for a day of running around the city (trust me when I say you can do gold heels and still be comfortable thanks to Next)- and I couldn’t have fallen in love with it more. Who needs the Eurostar anyway?