Bristol Castle

Our apartment is located in a fairly quiet part of the city. Most of the buildings around us are offices and industrial spaces in various states of repair and disrepair. The busy part of town is a few miles away, with theaters, restaurants, shopping, and tons of pedestrian activity.

Rught down the block from us, though, is Bristol Castle. It's just a skeleton of its former self, but impressive nonetheless. Frankie and I took a walkng tour of the grounds yesterday and snapped a few pictures. Frankie really seems to be digging castles, and asked about a hundred questions about The Queen. ("Does she wear a crown? Like, all the time?  Even when she sleeps?")