Bath, England

In which I walk in the footsteps of Jane Austen, get taken down by a rogue scone, and do my best to attend a ball at the Assembly Rooms.

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who hast not pleasure in a good novel, just be intolerably stupid.

- J.Austen, Northanger Abbey

{Bath, England}

Here’s the thing: I was expecting balls.

This is my second time visiting Bath in as many years. I stayed for a week in the Widcombe neighborhood last year, and I’ve been Bath-adjacent for the past six weeks. And yet - it’s hard to believe - in all that time I haven’t attended a single ball. I haven’t even been invited to one, honestly.

Part of me is glad, I’m not traveling with a ball gown, after all.

But it would certainly be nice to get an invitation.