Storyline: 50 years later

Does this grey, wet and cold city deserve more posts? To begin with Alex summarized our experience well in his two posts. Yet I enjoyed it a lot, so maybe there are few more words to be said. A short walk in London and the train trip from Euston London to Piccadilly Manchester aside, this was my first impression of England. Grey, wet, dull and cold…Manchester skies so low, almost touching the canal (was this like Jacques Brel’s song “Le plat pays” about Belgium, where I spent a few years of my life?). Not much different on the other side of the North Sea. The photos we took make a lovely black and white canvas.  Continue reading “Manchester” →