Ok, I work in the tourism business. I had a flight on Manchester, and I never planned to visit this city.
So, when I arrived, I quickly took the train to Chester (Chester? Why Chester? I'll explain, patience, patience).
On my way back home, I decided to spend a day in the city. Well, an afternoon. Hmmm, late afternoon.
My flight was on a saturday at 10 am.
So I arrived at about 3pm in the city. Which I think is the 2nd biggest in England. And then I waited for
Anthony, who is someone I wanted to meet. And thank god, I mean Anthony! He had his guide and yes, he guided me through the city. Merci Anthony, je me serais perdu, sans toi!
No picture of Manchester, for I was there only to drink a Guiness on a terrasse, eat a steak at Wetherspoon and another pint, and a yummy Bailey's.
And to walk a bit.
Ok, Anthony, just a very little bit! Grrrr.