The entire city, built of the creamy limestone called "Bath stone," beams in its cover-girl complexion.
Tourists have been enjoying Bath for thousands of years. When the Romans came to Britain in the first century A.D., they discovered Bath's hot springs and promptly built a resort around them.
The town's importance carried into the Middle Ages, when Bath was considered the religious capital of Britain. In 973 King Edgar -- called the first king of England -- was crowned here. Later, Bath prospered as a wool town.
With the money it made from wool, Bath built its grand abbey, the last great medieval church erected in England. And sometime in the 1300s, a new thermal bath was built.
But Bath's heyday passed, and by the middle of the 1600s, it was just a huddle of huts at the base of the abbey. Then, in 1687, Queen Mary, struggling with infertility, came here and bathed.
Within about 10 months she gave birth to a son. A few years later, Queen Anne found that the mineral-laden water eased her painful gout.
Word of Bath's wonder waters spread, and the town earned its way back on the aristocratic map.
The revitalized spa town prospered, and most of the buildings you see today are from the 18th century, the Georgian era.
To imagine you're one of Bath's upper crust, cruise along the Royal Crescent. This long, graceful arc of buildings evokes the wealth and gentility of Bath's glory days.
To get behind one of those classy facades, drop by the Georgian House at No. 1 Royal Crescent. At this museum you'll get an intimate peek into the lavish lifestyles of the age -- including how high-class women shaved their eyebrows and pasted on carefully trimmed strips of furry mouse skin in their place (www.bath-preservation-trust.org.uk).
The kitchen has all the latest Georgian gizmos, included a meat-spit that was powered -- I kid you not -- by a dog (he worked in two-hour shifts).
For a real taste of aristocracy, enjoy tea and scones with live classical music in the Pump Room, an elegant Georgian hall just above the Roman baths.
It's your best chance to raise a pinky in Chippendale grandeur. While you're at it, have a sip of the curative Bath water, pumped up from below to an elegant fountain.
Even better, visit the fine museum that surrounds the ancient baths. At the heart of the site is the ancient spring. That hot thermal water still bubbles, as it has for thousands of years, emerging from the earth at a constant 115 degrees.
Bath's relaxation theme survives to this day. You can dip into the warm thermal waters yourself at a state-of-the-art spa open to the public (for a fee).
Go at twilight and settle into the open-air rooftop pool with views over town. If you forgot your swimsuit, check out the Parade Gardens, where a modest admission fee entitles you to a rented lounge chair.
Either venue is a perfect chance to see how slow you can get your pulse.
Bath expertly entertains its many visitors with free town walks led by the Mayor's Corps of Honorary Guides.
If ever a town enjoyed looking in the mirror, Bath's the one. Good-looking towns are not rare, but few combine beauty and hospitality as well as Bath.
Rick Steves (www.ricksteves.com) writes European travel guidebooks and hosts travel shows on public television and public radio. Email email@example.com, or write to him c/o P.O. Box 2009, Edmonds, WA 98020.
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