Sunny weather greeted me in Manchester and made the grimey canal look pretty, reflecting one of the few remaining non-renovated warehouses in the city centre.
The town hall really is a gem, only blighted by the council tax office being inside. Boo hiss etc...
The first signs of autumn come to St. Peter's Square.
The oldest pub in the city which survived 2 World Wars and the IRA stands next to the Cathedral shop, facing the modernity of Selfridges' glassy exterior.
Pacman and his adversaries make random appearances on streetsigns in Manchester. I imagine a few late night clubbers have swallowed one or two yellow pills and been alarmed at these signs...
Fuschia in St Anne's Square oversaw the last day of the Manchester Food Festival.
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