The Henry House, in Bath, is located in a block of houses built cheek to jowl, that line one full block. In the center of the block are a jumble of private gardens, accessible only through individual houses.
Early in the morning, I was awakened from a sound sleep, by a beautiful acapella male voice. I was befuddled with sleep, and thought at first that it was a clock radio in our room. Not seeing one glowing on either bedside table, I eventually concluded that the source of the song was outside. The music continued. It crescendoed, and eventually softened, and I thought I heard it moving down the street. Eventually I fell back asleep.
When I went down to breakfast I asked our host Colin about the source of the early morning serenade. He laughed, and said, "Oh, you heard it?" He went on to explain that Bath doesn't allow building mosques in the city limits, so there was a mosque in a tent in one of the gardens behind the Henry House. I had wakened to the call to prayer.
Sure enough, on the way back upstairs, I looked out the window and saw the tent in one of the back gardens.
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The Bath Mosque - in the tent.
As we left the Henry House after breakfast, to walk to the Bath Abbey, I looked down and found this sign. Colin, was right, the tent in the garden behind our guest house is a mosque.
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| The mosque may be in a tent, but it has an official sign. |
We strolled through the Bath Abbey as our last experience of this old town, built upon Roman ruins. The Abbey really is lovely, with very large windows, which make it lighter and brighter than many European churches. As I was enjoying the light and the architecture, the organist began to practice. Like the early morning call to prayer, this magical moment was almost enough to make me find religion.
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