Thinking about Bristol: Remembering my North Street neighbourhood

What makes us like places so much? Get attached so quickly to a place, because it feels so honest, so genuine, so giving? Because you suddenly feel you belong?

Second time I was staying in North Street, in Bristol, between Southville and Bedminster, and I just suddenly have these memories rushing back from last week of a place full with fond moments and sincerity.

Humble pictures, by myself:

At the Tobacco factory's lovely café: 


Lovely flowery city:

Local street art:

North Street still, near the Tobacco factory:


Southville, the view from Truro Road:


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