Pictures I managed to take in between day drinking and cute boys.
The low-hanging fog had other plans. Instead of gorgeous, sun-saturated bright hues, there was a white haze and constant drizzle that made it impossible to get an ‘Gram-worthy shots, but instead made the whole place feel like a magical forest of mystery and wonder.
Bright walls, wheatpastes, book installations–oh my!
Remember how I said Bristol was a perfect mix of traditional and modern? Well I meant it! Supposedly Banksy is from Bristol, which means the tradition and love for street art is strong here, and really, what more could a girl ask for?
More than just a beautiful backdrop of teenaged debauchery (if you were of the generation that watched Skins), I fell in love with Bristol the moment I got there.
When summer vacation feels like a dream you read about in a poem.
What a difference a year and a half makes!