Friday morning

Early Friday morning, in fact. Walking back through Manchester, with the Minx, en route to our hotel, after a fantastic day and evening. 

I've no idea where this is, actually. Of all the places I've lived, worked, and frequently, I've never struggled with the geography of a city the way I have with Manchester. I can confidently reach the Northern Quarter from both Piccadilly and Victoria railway stations, and I know how to get to Deaf by car without the SatNav. But that's about it.

Not much to show for five and a half years, is it? Then again, I do love the mystery and constant sense of surprise :-)

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Reading: 'Manchester Stories' although not today.