Old brewery building in the financial district of Bristol.
Anyway, I really enjoyed Bristol. Other than being verbally abused at airport security, I found everyone to be extremely nice and helpful. Of course that could be because I tend to speak to everyone I encounter in an English speaking area, and I do love English men. The town is small enough to walk everywhere, but most people opt for public transport.
One of the things I enjoyed most about Bristol is the surrounding nature. I lucked out with the weather and enjoyed some really beautiful days and views. I forget how much I miss the countryside because I guess I am finally used to the dirt and grim of Paris. Bristol has a lovely, hilly landscape, a rather nice river and plenty of trees.
Kitchen in one of the Georgian houses in downtown Bristol.
The second or third day I was there, I met a woman from Cheddar and an Aussie. They were great fun and I ended up spending the entire day and most of the night with them. The Aussie paid for most of the entertainment for the night and ended up finding 100 pounds on the ground. Karma, huh?
Some more of Clifton VillageI realized two things when I was looking at my pictures from Bristol; I don't take nearly as many pictures as I used to and I can't take a straight picture to save my life.
Some random stuff in a park on the edge of Bristol.