Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Bath, England

The weather is chilly, but not cold. My short purple dress with tights keeps me warm enough for now. The streets have very few cars. There are a few bicycles here and there. Right now, we are next to a paved road. It seems as if no new buildings have been built since the 1800’s. All of them are close together with plenty of windows. Old churches stand in the middle of the towns. People on the side walks push strollers, walk dogs, and laugh with friends. There are old fashioned black lamp posts on the street, ivy curling up the sides. They still use gas. I laugh at Michal as she poses next to the Jane Austen mannequin. Jacob, Lola, and Mom are anxious to get to the baths though, so we move on down the street. Then, we find the Roman baths. The building is large with a sandy stone as the walls. The gargoyles are in strange shapes, I can’t tell what they are. The sharp edges of the stone gargoyles have rounded over the years of rain and wear. The windows look new, but you could tell a hole in the wall was not knocked out to put them there. Sadly, they are closed and we got there too late. We walk around in some of the shops. The stone here is cobblestone, and a medieval wall stands just a few feet away. Other shops around sell souvenirs for the baths. The open doors, the chilly air smelling like herbal salts and autumn all mix to create an inviting, and soothing aura. It’s quiet, and with the lovely smells, you feel as if you have just run a mile, and your prize is complete relaxation. I am loving the whole town, but I am tired from days of walking, so I sit down and read a book in the shop. Mom continually sniffs the bag of natural lotion she bought. Finally, she says it’s time to move on. All six of us, Mama, Papa, Michal, Jacob, Lola, and I all keep walking. This is the historical district of bath, and considering the whole town has been there since the roman occupation, that’s saying something. Farther down the street, there are no cars. The streets have beautiful canopies built in the middle with flowers all in them. There are all different colors. We look into some of the open shops who’s windows are open, the fresh, cool air coming in. The doors are all open too, and it’s like everything is outside. There are some tea shops, some shops for different dishes or utensils, shops for everything. Every few shops, there is a courtyard with musicians playing flutes, guitars, and different instruments. Music floats in the fall air, and the smell of flowers and trees mixes with it. We walk and buy a few small things, and enjoy the peace and leisure. The sky begins to darken a bit and fades to a light orange. As the sun goes down, the cold temperature reaches us and we put on our jackets, shoving our hands in our pockets. We decide it’s time to go. We find the car easily and all pile in for the ride home, glad of the heater.
I’ve had a lovely day, and even though it included miles of walking, I feel relaxed and calm. My face feels colorful and happy from all the lovely smells of Bath. I close my eyes gently, and begin to drift off, thinking of what a wonderful experience we had.


jademarine said...

i don't know how, but the comment intended for this post wound up on your May 3rd post where it makes even less sense.....
anyway, like your verbal pictures and would like to see you try short story line.
will have to check out rest of your blog now that i know where it is

Anonymous said...

Maddie-this is amazing! You have a talent. I could picture what you were talking about vividly because of your descriptions. The flow was very good too. Keep up the great work-can't wait to read more of your writing!
-Mary Ellen :)

Ryan and Melissa Head said...

You have good diction though you're not flaunting it. I like it! What will separate a good writer from a great writer is not the use of an expansive vocabulary but the us of the most appropriate vocabulary.

I may have chosen some different descriptors in a couple of places, but overall you recreated the experience of your trip. You certainly do use your nose!

Very well done. We should start a Togolese writers' club.

Anonymous said...

Dear Maddie... I love your blog. You did such a great job of describing Bath that I wish I could be there right now! Then...I read the rest of the blogs you have posted. You are such a funny girl. You describe things very well and I like the cheeky things you insert here and there. Keep smelling everything. It keeps things interesting. Plus, it makes me laugh.

<>< Mariah

jennifer lucas said...

Maddie - I love your writing - it makes me feel like I am there with you! I have never been there - but by your descriptions, I am able to see in my minds eye what it all looks like. I am so glad you included all the little details (like your mom smelling the lotion) because that makes me feel close to you as a family as well. I miss all of you, and I can't believe how well you write. I am looking forward to more - especially when your first novel comes out!! - Cousin Jennifer

Unknown said...

I've been to England, but I've never been to Bath. Now I can't decide whether reading your piece makes me feel like I've been or whether it makes me need to go immediately. Your description of the smell--"herbal salts and autumn"--is what got me. Smells are so important to knowing a place. I also liked this run-on sentence: "The gargoyles are in strange shapes, I can’t tell what they are." It makes me feel like I'm hearing your thoughts naturally, as you think them, and it makes the place you're describing feel that much more comfortable. Well done!