We arrived in Bristol at 9 am, umbrellas in hand, expecting the usual drizzle. By noon we’d slipped into a tiny café on King Street, ordered a flat‑white, and discovered a hidden mural of a vintage tram.
We arrived in Bristol at 9 am, umbrellas in hand, expecting the usual drizzle. By noon we’d slipped into a tiny café on King Street, ordered a flat‑white, and discovered a hidden mural of a vintage tram.