We arrived in Bath early in the morning, taking a bus up a steep hill to reach our hostel. As the bus drove us down winding streets we felt Bath's power firsthand,  as we stared out the windows at the rows upon rows of fortress-like, yellow-stoned Georgian houses, lining our progress like royal guards.

The back of Bridge Street reveals the many business lining the
heavy stone bridge over the River Avon.
Day 11: June 8, 2001

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Larissa (standing), Yvonne and Yvette pose at a fountain in front of Bath Cathedral.
Day 11: June 8, 2001

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The mighty Avon river as it cuts across Bath.
Day 11: June 8, 2001

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