I probably shouldn’t, but I never did have any willpower, and I know you’ll want one last Bristol stroll with me. You do, don’t you? I promise to keep it short.
We seem to be in a very genteel and affluent area of Bristol but, as I stroll, people are going about their every day, and we nod and exchange smiles. It’s good to be here.
I am purely following my nose, and hoping that I will arrive somewhere I recognise. I hadn’t realised that Clifton had such mighty architecture as Royal York Crescent. Adjoining Clifton Village, it is a Grade II listed terrace of 46 houses. Allegedly the longest terrace in Europe, building began in 1791 but was not completed until 1820. What is indisputable is that the views from up here are far reaching.
Clifton Arcade is the very height of temptation. Small, but perfectly formed, it has ’17 unique shops set in Victorian splendour’. Originally opened in 1878, it then fell into disrepair. Beautifully restored, you can even take a virtual tour on the link I have enclosed, and pop in for coffee at the Primrose Cafe.
I promised to be short, so maybe this is a good time to leave you browsing. There are modern items alongside the nostalgia. Have fun, won’t you? I really do need to go.
For those of you I have confused (sorry, Meg) I have a 2 week laze about in the Algarve, then am home for 6 days before gallivanting off to a wedding in Poland. Sigh! The things you have to do to be Restlessjo. But first I must link to Dawn, who loves lingering at windows.
No more Bristol! Toodle pip!