As you know from my post yesterday, we went to Tunbridge Wells over the weekend. There’s a stretch of town in Tunbridge Wells called The Pantiles. It was easily my favourite part of town in what is an exceedingly lovely town. (Although I wasn’t quite mature enough to resist making a few jokes about the name of this area…)
The Pantiles is a Georgian colonnade that ends in front of the spring that gives the town it’s name. Along either side are coffee shops, cafes, boutiques, galleries and restuarants. Basically an all-around great place to be. Plus, on Saturdays the main promenade turns into a market for local goods.
Back when Tunbridge Wells first became popular with the upper-echelon of British society, men and women used to just walk up and down this stretch so that their outfits (and wealth) could be admired. Whilst it’s not the same nowadays, I did have a blast walking up and down this area.
The aftermath of jumping. Dancing with joy!
Sam channels his inner Dick VanDyke.
This balcony is above the street and musicians used to be up here all day long playing music for the people who just walked back and forth.
Our lovely walking tour guide telling us all about the history of Tunbridge Wells and the spring.
Tunbridge Wells is a dog lovers dream come true!
Some of the lovely stalls during the Saturday market.