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City of Bath, UK

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It was a most exhilarating experience. Bath just took our breath away. Not only was the city strikingly beautiful, it also hosted 2 legendary figures from history whose homes we had the honor of visiting: Jane Austen and William Herschel.

The image above is a panorama. Click for the full-blown view. Clicking on the image below navigates to our Bath album.

Bath, UK

Comments

gurdas said…
I enjoyed browsing the album. You may want to change the caption for photo 34 of 40 where it says "Rear end of Holburne Museum." With the leading lady's rear end in full focus, it may be misleading :)
Deepanjan said…
No stretch of imagination is too much for our guru!
Anonymous said…
HA..HA..HA..HA DIRTYYYY MIND!

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