When I said I was outside yesterday, I was taking a tour of Manchester in Spanish. Its part of the Viva Spanish and Latin American film festival. I can't make it to any of the films this year but the tour was good.
The tour was worth doing, I learnt a bit of history about this city. Its got a strong political background that I was ignorant about. The Pankhurst mother and daughters are Mancunions! I appreciate universal suffrage and vote.
We finished off in the Town Hall looking at the below plaque:
It's interesting that this is on he wall in the ground floor cafe. I wonder how many people notice it?
Yesterday I really appreciated being in Manchester. I learnt about its history which has already fostered a sense of pride in my living here (especially as a self-confessed part-time Mcr hater). And it was half-empty in the centre, being in a city when its so quiet is a treat.
All the good bits are there: shops, bars, restaurants, culture, architecture, a handful of musically more or less talented people providing entertainment on the street.
The bad bits are not there: traffic jams, more than my limit of a handful of street performers, 50% more people than there were in town on Sunday.
The recipe for good times in Manchester: be there at 10.30 on a Sunday.
x Sunny like the Sun x
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