The Weir on the Avon again, this time by the water's edge. When I came to Bath, I had a real sense of deja vu when I found this place and it was only later that I remembered reading a dective novel, whose opening chapter was set in the small café on Poultney Bridge (The first white window on the left). My favourite city in the UK.
In London until Sunday at the Frieze Art Fair so not able to respond to Comments until then sorry ;o(
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