The tower is a camera obscura, from which people no doubt were looking back at me. Note the children sliding down the knickerbocker buster to the right.
Looking downstream from the bridge towards Avonmouth and the Bristol Channel, five or six miles away: railway, river (muddy because the tide is out), road.
And upstream to the floating harbour and the city, with Clifton perched on the hill to the left. This is actually two pictures spliced together, as trained professionals will probably be able to detect upon minute examination:
After, I went on to Yume, where following a short talk on the hinamatsuri festival and a video on preparing the chirazushi that traditionally goes with it, we sat down with the restaurant staff to a convivial (and delicious) meal of the same, accompanied by soup and sake. For some reason, at this point my crappy phone camera decided to start going out of focus. Still, isn't this a pretty dish to set before anyone?
Just in case you're wondering why Steepholm, that notorious southpaw, is holding the chopsticks in her right hand it's because I read somewhere that it was normal practice even for lefties to eat this way, and by the time I was disabused of that notion I'd got in the habit. Besides, it seems a good brain exercise to get my right hand to learn something occasionally - it prevents petty jealousies between the cerebral hemispheres.
Afterwards, I should have gone to watch a Noh play in a cafe in Stokes Croft (as reported in yesterday's entry), but the bus was late, then later, so I had to settle for an evening in. Perhaps it's just as well - there's only so much excitement a body can take.