Nice bunch of pics of Manchester there. Having lived as a kid and teenybopper just eight miles north of Manchester in the fifties and sixties, I must say that Manchester never endeared itself to me. In those days there were hundreds of uncleared WWII bomb sites, and the whole place seemed impersonal and, in a few areas, just a tad intimidating. I had relatives in Whitefield and Prestwich, and my mum was a Salford lass, and Heaton Park was a frequent resort, but we rarely penetrated further south than that. Manchester was a necessary place to pass through, Piccadilly across the city to Victoria station, then home to Radcliffe on the tram or whatever they call it these days. Generally, we gravitated towards Bolton, where I went to school, or Bury. I understand that Manchester has regained some of its vibrancy in recent years (and the club scene was always great anyway).

Just musing!