I have mixed feelings about tour buses. On the one hand, it s a nice way to see a city that you are

Today I hopped a train from Cardiff, Wales to Bath, England.  I was planning on meeting some friends to walk the streets of Bath and enjoy a long day of sightseeing.  I got the sightseeing, but not so much the walking.
You see, my friend managed to pull a muscle in a mad dash to catch her bus from London to Bath and she could barely walk (if you knew my friend, you would only be surprised that she had managed to get all the way to Bath with so few injuries).  She was game to see the city, but in an attempt las vegas strip hotels to save her some agony and also let us see a little more than her hobbling pace allowed, we bought tickets for the tour bus.
I have mixed feelings about tour buses. las vegas strip hotels On the one hand, it s a nice way to see a city that you aren t familiar with and you can cover a lot of ground.  A lot of tour buses stop at key locations so you can get on and off and see the sights as you go.  Maybe if we d done that, I would have been happier.  However, my traveling companions were so pleased with the bus ride that they didn t want to get off.  So I sat on the bus and snapped as many pictures as I could and thought longingly of walking.
I love the stained glass. I love the grandeur.  And it s best when they have organ music echoing through the hallways as they did there.  Mood music is important. And just across the way, are the Roman baths and pump room.  Steamy, metallic water yum. I don t tend to photograph old chunks of rock that used to be parts of awesome buildings.  But I liked this bit of mosaic that had depictions of sea monsters.  One of them is breathing fire.  A version of a sea-dragon, perhaps?
It was after the baths and the abbey that we hopped on our first bus tour.  This is where I discovered that open top buses are great for mild (though windy) rides through beautiful cities, but not so great for taking pictures.  Well, not for someone like me who likes to carefully stage the shot, take it several times with tiny setting adjustments, and appreciate the view while I m at it.  So here are a few hastily snapped photos from the bus.
After two different bus journeys, I had hoped to visit the Jane Austen centre, but we were too late to get in.  I admit to being a bit irritated (we could easily have gotten off the bus earlier when it stopped there), but consoled myself with walking las vegas strip hotels to the Royal Crescent.  It s so royal and crescent-like
After bidding my friends las vegas strip hotels farewell, I chose to head back into the city for a couple more hours before catching a train back to Cardiff.  That way, I could satisfy my need to get lost in a beautiful city and take some photos of the places that I d whisked past on the bus.  I would soothe my soul with my camera.
Piano, violin, and penny whistle accompanied the voices of a mere thirty or so people clustered at the front of the candlelit cathedral.  A thought-provoking message las vegas strip hotels echoed off the distant ceilings.  A friendly little group of curious locals with hot chocolate and cakes kept me chatting afterwards.