Bristol is one of England’s most attractive cities. It often also has traffic to rival London’s. It certainly did yesterday afternoon.
The M32 crawled. The roads winding through the center crawled. We also discovered Rupert Street was closed.
“Is that a street we drive on [to get to our friends’ house]?” my wife, behind the wheel, asked as we were stuck in traffic.
“I have no idea,” I said, scanning street names on the sat-nav on my iPhone.
Once you get into the city, it’s more than worth it:
We’re in, uh, recovery this morning. I like to call evenings like last night, umm, “research” for a future novel. 😉
UPDATE: Beautiful Sunday morning: