The weather turned sunny and we could not bring ourselves to go inside and tour the damp Roman baths. Instead we climbed the steep hill to see the famous Circus and Royal Crescent as well as the Royal Victoria Park, hiked back down to the posh shops, took a look at the exterior architecture of the baths, and strolled along the River Avon.
“The Abbey Church of Saint Peter and Saint Paul, Bath, commonly known as Bath Abbey, is an Anglican parish church and a former Benedictine monastery in Bath, Somerset, England. Founded in the 7th century, Bath Abbey was reorganised in the 10th century and rebuilt in the 12th and 16th centuries; major restoration work was carried out by Sir George Gilbert Scott in the 1860s. It is one of the largest examples of Perpendicular Gothic architecture in the West Country.” wikipedia
We visited there on June 2 and I found the abbey to be lively with people installing what looked to be a temporary sculpture of hope. The art and architecture blended ancient and contemporary Christian expressions of faith, love, and hope.
The day we visited Stonehenge (aka the stones) was cold, windy and dreary. Somehow it fits my mood today as I mourn the deaths of those killed in Nice, Istanbul, Minnesota. Baton Rouge, and Dallas. On one hand I marvel at the capacity of human beings to imagine and build lasting monuments with millions of hours invested and on the other hand we use our advanced technology 5,000 years later to take the lives of fellow human beings.