Stokes Croft
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lady_schrapnell takes me through
Stokes Croft is a strange area of Bristol bordering St Paul's (early '80s riots, Melvin Burgess's Junk) to the east, Montpelier (raffishly vegan - I wish I'd taken a photo of the window display of colourful chickpeas and lentils as I passed) to the north-east, Gloucester Rd (amazing one-mile street of independent shops, and LONG MAY IT REMAIN SO - hear me, Sainsbury?) to the north, and Bristol city centre ('nuff said) to the south. Stokes Croft is half derelict, half-chic, with graffiti to match, including this early Banksy.
But more or less across the road from Mild Mild West is my favourite. From afar...
...or close up...
...isn't this the cutest little electricity substation you ever did see?
Oh, here's the entrance to Montpelier, by the way - more or less next door to a house with a plaque saying that Henry Irving once lived there - which I only noticed this Sunday, having passed it pretty regularly for 18 years:
lady_schrapnell takes me through Stokes Croft is a strange area of Bristol bordering St Paul's (early '80s riots, Melvin Burgess's Junk) to the east, Montpelier (raffishly vegan - I wish I'd taken a photo of the window display of colourful chickpeas and lentils as I passed) to the north-east, Gloucester Rd (amazing one-mile street of independent shops, and LONG MAY IT REMAIN SO - hear me, Sainsbury?) to the north, and Bristol city centre ('nuff said) to the south. Stokes Croft is half derelict, half-chic, with graffiti to match, including this early Banksy.
But more or less across the road from Mild Mild West is my favourite. From afar...
...or close up...
...isn't this the cutest little electricity substation you ever did see?
Oh, here's the entrance to Montpelier, by the way - more or less next door to a house with a plaque saying that Henry Irving once lived there - which I only noticed this Sunday, having passed it pretty regularly for 18 years: