Fifteen years ago, we spent a couple of nights in Bath. Bath is named for the Roman baths, that are still there, The baths were built on a natural mineral spring. The Roman ruins are next to the Cathedral. We sampled the waters, I don't know that the waters cure, but I am still alive. Most of the city is Georgian. The Royal Crescent is worth the stroll. We came in by train, the visitors information center made a reservation for us at a Bed and Breakfast run by a delightful couple who had retired there from a life following oil exploration around the world. We took a long walk around the city, following a barge canal for a mile or two.
Despite the bad reputation from the post war world, English restaurant food is really quite good. We found a neat little modern restaurant in a pedestrian street. We were sitting there and we could hear WOSHHH!, WOSHHH!. I looked up and there was a hot air balloon low in the sky. How fun! It was a great visit in a through back city
I have flown in about everything that flies, but I have not floated in a balloon, yet. Plans are underway for a dirigible ride this summer,