Day Twenty-Four:: Stonehenge and Bath

I love a good tragic love story.  In my twisted mind, the love story is a million times better if at least one of the lovers does not make it to the end of the story.  This personality characteristic has two importances in today's recap.  First (well chronologically this came up second today, but that can be overlooked) the trailer for The Fault in our Stars was released today.  Yep, a tragic love story that involved the death of one of the lovers.  I have read the book seven times and I still cry, no sob, through half of it.  Read if now if you haven't already.  Seriously will change your life.

The second mention of the tragic love story comes with Tess of the d'Ubervilles.  Yep, one of the lovers dies.  But this is a classic, I read in in AP Lit in high school and I love it (woah, what a surprise.)  Now there is a BBC mini series adaptation of the classic novel (which has an amazing cast) and the scene in which the lovers Angel and Tess share their last moment together before one of them dies (you're welcome for not completely ruining the plot for you) takes place at Stonehenge.  It's a breathtaking scene, so you should totally watch it:

So when I went to Stonehenge today I was mentally watching this scene, while pretending that I had a love like Angel and Tess's (well the love they have at this moment, let's just say they had a rough start, read the novel please it will do good things for you) and while also realizing that as an aspiring art historian I can now add Stonehenge to my collection of art historical artifacts that I have seen with my naked eye (minus the contacts, which I need to see, so without them I wouldn't be able to see the artifacts, so I need my contacts basically).

With those above facts in mind, I present to you the gallery of tourist photos I took at Stonehenge today:

Now to Bath, a site where no tragic love stories took place, just social time at a bath and a place that Jane Austen didn't like all that much.

Speaking of Jane Austen, we stopped at some Jane Austen visitors center that wasn't even located in the exact spot where she lived while Bath was her home, very disappointing if you ask me. It was small inside and I was too uncomfortably clustered with too many people to take any pictures inside, and I felt a bit weird as I have never read one of her novels.  But here's the only picture from that site:

Then we went to see the Roman Baths, in which I would never want to bathe, as the water is green and you can't see the bottom of the "pool", the latter of which is my number one rule as a former high school swim champion (sorta).  But decide for yourself if you would we tempted to cannonball into that body of water:

And in the spaces between the two adventures we got to check out Bath.  Here it is as shows through the perspective of my SD card:

And that is all,

Kelsie