Bath part one

Up early and walking around Bath, thinking I would find myself a cup of coffee in this touristy town. It's six o'clock but few people are out, around 10 degrees C which I found translated online as 50 degrees. The occasional person seems to be scurrying to work, or out for a run in tee shirt and shorts. Lucy passes me by on her morning run. I thought to run this morning, but wanted to wake up a bit and had hoped to uncover some aspect of this town without the hordes of people around. (It was a sight yesterday as the eleven of us in a pack carrying and dragging luggage through the crowded sidewalks in the midst of downtown.) I had already gone to the Starbucks in the middle of the downtown (across from centuries old Bath Abbey) of which Lucy remarked upon earlier with some surprise (being born and raised in Bath), but nothing opens until 7am. So, I wander and take a few pictures.
One of my predecessors of this trip, Sarah, had maintained an fine blog which I went back to in preparing for this journey. I'm not the writer she is, so will have to muddle through. She does cover the food that she ate as one way to describe the "overseas" experience. I'm not sure I can do as well, but am inspired, like her, to try food that seem particular to this part of the world. This means last night at the restaurant I had shepherds pie made with lamb. It's was good, but not sure I ever have to have it again. Pretty simple in construction, but since I rarely have had lamb I am not sure I cultivated a taste for it. Anyway, after drifting through the mostly empty streets, I return to the YMCA and have their continental breakfast - corn flakes, toast, coffee, OJ. Not so unique for traveling abroad, and all pre-packaged, but gets me going. Maybe I'll go back to see if Starbucks is open, and get a "real" cup of coffee.