We’re in the heart of Manchester, a city with a cornucopia of delights to entertain, amuse, and nourish the soul intent on revelry.
Central Library is a familiar landmark, although not as ancient as it appears, being constructed in the 1930s. It’s still a grand old dame and worthy of attention. One Piccadilly is just visible in the distance. With its distinctive cutaway walls, it reminds me of lacework or carved screens in mediaeval churches.
A line of trees forms a green belt, which virtually crosses the painting. A small gap draws the eye to a solitary traffic light pole. Tiny figures amble around oblivious to their environment. Now is not the time to take in the sights, Homeward Bound past Central Library.
Will the tram be there?
Have I got time to pop to the shops and make the bus?
People living their ordinary lives, enjoying an ordinary day and thinking of home.
