My youngest son was born in Bath during a sabbatical there (and weren't the folks at home surprised when I returned with a wee infant!) and I batted around the idea of naming him Alfred because of King Alfred's ties to the region. Tricky name, I know, but I just liked it. Husband suggested Arthur instead and I agreed with that. Then for the middle name. He suggested Joseph and I suggested Edmond, which we settled on. But then, when my husband went to the official place to put the name on the record I had a panic and decided that Arthur Edmond sounded too pompous, so I phoned the registry place and pleaded with the clerk to have my husband call me the minute he arrived. The man laughed and seemed to know just what I was on about. When my husband phone me I said, "John! Arthur John!." He was quite happy to change it, so that's what the little guy's name is, and it suits him well.