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...make new bills from, haggle over the price - capitalism at its lowest and the state at its bravest, head to head. Mann choreographs this Apache dance with brisk efficiency. Even the violence is subtle. The key figure is The Schemer (Wallace Ford), who is locked in a steam bath and scalded to death. He goes down with a kind of pathetic majesty, like a corrupt Roman Senator who got in Caligula...
Despite its name, the city of Bath has not been able to offer visitors a dip in its hot springs - the only natural thermal waters in Britain - since 1978. That year saw the closure, due to contamination fears, of the city's last[an error occurred while processing this directive] spa facility - part of a hospital treatment center. But the opening on Aug. 7 of the Thermae Bath Spa will finally see the city reconnect to its heritage...
...Located 180 km west of London, Bath became a fashionable spa town in the 18th century, remaining so until its springs were eclipsed by the fad for sea bathing in the 1800s. Today, the city's fame principally rests on its exquisite Georgian architecture, which has been stylishly incorporated into the new spa alongside modern additions by architect Sir Nicholas Grimshaw. Highlights include an open-air rooftop pool overlooking the town center and glass steam rooms. Taking in these elegant surroundings, it's hard to believe that the project was plagued by problems since construction began in 2000 (a long...
...from $35 for a two-hour visit to $82 for a full day. An onsite restaurant featuring the cuisine of Michelin-starred chef Martin Blunos beautifully completes the facility. Reading its healthy menu in the afterglow of a rejuvenating sauna, it remains an utter mystery how the people of Bath were able to forsake their famous springs for so long...
...overtaken with curiosity. “College of Charleston?” Simon answers as meekly as possible. The light is about to change and the car inches forward towards the onramp. “Get in,” the driver says, her voice cracking. A plastic blowfish bath toy swings from the rearview mirror. The car smells like saccharin, like a new synthetic interior mixed with a kid come straight off the playground. The doughy-faced, front-seat passenger introduces us first to her 10-year-old daughter, sitting next to Simon, and then to the visibly nervous...