It may be quite dirty. Quite industrial, ‘hardly Spain’. Not your typical weekend gateway, no. Green and pretty? I doubt it. At the same time when someone said they needed to go back from their Manchester trip early as the city was disgusting, I felt cheated. I felt furious, nearly personally offended. They did ‘tell me lies about Manchester’ indeed and I can’t quite leave it this way! So this is my truth- utterly biased, written with my heart through rose-tinted glasses, but after all (you’re my wonderwaaall!!), reality is quite deceptive isn’t it.
I only came back from Manchester two days ago and I’d take the train at any minute to go back there as I feel like a piece of my heart was lost on the drunken night somewhere around Northern Quarter. Manchester is amazing. It’s beautiful and charming in the most quirky way. It’s full of music, art and outstanding coffee shops. It’s full of history. Most importantly, perhaps, it’s filled with people who not only notice and acknowledge your existence, but also actually SMILE at you!
Would I leave my London life to live in Manchester? Hm… Probably not. But if the 50-50 option was possible I wouldn’t hesitate a minute! There’s just something absolutely magical about the North, something hard to find anywhere else. The atmosphere. The people. Northerners are friendly. No, not polite, FRIENDLY. And I don’t even know how to explain it, but you just feel at home being there.
I didn’t originally plan a post about Manchester, it was meant to be a fun birthday trip for my friend (which I hope it was) so apologies for these pics not being the best- there are many more places that deserve being featured and my few semi-sober snaps don’t do the city any justice but I wanted to make it clear- Manchester is wonderful. It has the Foundation, the loveliest coffee place on this planet recommended to me by Laura (Thank you darling!), where Scandi meets urban and the coffee is exceptional. It has The Temple of Convenience- a dingy little bar in a former public toilet with filthy tables, stinky loos, amazing music, great selection of booze and happy crowds all over the show. It has the Gay Village- and although ladies flashing penises at my face may not be my typical Saturday night entertainment, I still had lots of fun there- it was very colourful, very vibrant and lively, at the same time very peaceful and safe which I don’t think is always the case in London’s Soho. Oh, and the Jimmy’s, how could I forget! A cute little bar made world-famous by Megan Ellaby (and we all know if Megan loves something it must be amazing). Think of the Temple minus the filth, add more room, a bit better music, slightly more attractive people and there you go, visiting Jimmy’s is a must!
Have you ever been to Manchester? What are your favourite places there?