A Bristol Visit

We spent the weekend out west, near Bristol. Good friends live there. During this get together, we ventured somewhere… I’d never been:

[Photo by me, 2018.]
We went to an IKEA.

And we had breakfast:

[Photo by me, 2018.]
The full breakfast is £2.75.

Afterwards, we headed into central Bristol. Approaching Temple Meads station, you learn: Bath is that’uh way, and Wells is that’uh other way:

[Photo by me, 2018.]
“When you come to a fork in the road… it’s decision time.”

Whiteladies Road is well-known:

[Photo by me, 2018.]
We stopped at Kitchens Cookshop, which is visible in the photo above, across the street.

St. John’s Road, also across from the cookshop (a short walk), is a typical Bristol residential street:

[Photo by me, 2018.]
And we found a parking space!

At the top of Whiteladies Road, at another famous Bristol location, The Downs:

[Photo by me, 2018.]
On Sunday morning, we headed out for a walk with their dog at Bristol’s Oldbury Court Country Park:

[Photo by me, 2018.]
And apparently we wore out the hound:

[Photo by me, 2018.]
You know a walk was a good one… when the dog comes home tired.

On Saturday, I also learned that, in such free time as she may have, a Polish PhD student in political science and international relations at a Turkish university is reading my latest novel.

How did I find out? Via Instagram, she “told” me:

When she @-ed me, naturally my phone buzzed. At that moment, evidently she was on her way to Poland for a semester break and I happened to be standing in that Bristol kitchen shop. Reading the notification, I laughed to myself: And they say political theorists aren’t romantics?

All kidding aside, I want to make this ABSOLUTELY CLEAR here because I’ve been sensing that novel may seem somewhat “intimidating.”

I know many of you reading this have been to university. (Some of you may be undergraduate students right now.) And some of you may even have graduate degrees. However, you do NOT need to be a university graduate, much less a PhD student, to read Conventions: The Garden At Paris.

It is a novel, not a textbook. That said, true, with it the former university historian in me does remain just below the writing surface. I admit I didn’t write the tale merely to provide period escapism and romance – although those are certainly partly my hopes and my aims. I wanted to “challenge” you a little bit as well: I hope that even if you know nothing about the early years of U.S. independence and Americans in Europe during that turbulent era of the 1780s-1790s, you will come away by its end not only having been “entertained” but perhaps also having “learned” (that is not a dirty word) a few things.

Have a good day, wherever you are. And if you are over in the current day U.S., have a good Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. 🙂