You don't go to the Cotswolds for thrilling adventure or happening nightlife. What you do go for is beauty, peace, and old-world charm. No town demonstrates this so well as Chipping Campden.
At the end of a long trip through Britain and France, my family and I were more than happy to relax and take things slowly in this picturesque village.
I did research on Chipping Campden before visiting (you know how I love to research) and read descriptions like "incredibly beautiful" and "just touristy enough to be convenient." On our second day in the area I couldn't wait to visit this village. Imagine the journey—five giddy American women sitting at the very back of the bus, peering out the windows, oohing and aahing as more and more thatched roofs appear. It was a beautiful ride, and we were dropped off right on the high street of the village.
Our mouths must have hung open a little for at least half an hour as we walked the streets of town, and the locals probably shook their heads. But seriously, for someone born and bred in the USA it's jaw-dropping to walk through a town made of stone, with crooked narrow roads designed for horses and drinking establishments that predate our nation by several centuries.