Airport reunions, existential conversations along the Wild Atlantic Way, forgotten backpacks on Irish islands, future in-laws introduced, pints of Guinness, a sandy, jubilant dog on the beach. This is life on film – volume 7.
Growing up in the suburbs, I lived next door to an elderly Italian couple from Sicily called Serge and Bianca. For twenty-one years they became my makeshift nonna and nonno; teaching me swear words over tea, showing me film strips of their youth and disclosing secret cannoli recipes. A foreigner among friends, I became obsessed…
This is a city for giants, furnished with grandeur and excess. A labyrinth of fame and fortune, Viva Las Vegas.
“Why do you love Bristol?” I ask my British friends. Beth (my Northerner roommate) replies “It’s a great drunk night out, and I guess the people are lovely too.” Isabelle (a friend from work) sings “Oh, it’s steeped in history, has a great and proud culture, and it’s very liberal!”. And Lou (my local barista), simply looks at me and says, “Two words, darling: gert lush”.