One of the things that surprised me most about my recent trip to Manchester was how much it reminded me of a certain Big Apple. The towering red brick walls lining gridded streets, an occasional fire escape ladder tucked next to an apartment and the open-plan Soho-style lofts overlooking the bustling Northern Quarter. Perhaps I’m seeing things through rose-tinted glasses (much like when someone comes to London and appreciates the not-so-romantic peeing rain), but exploring the city gave me a twinkle of the other side of the Atlantic, despite having lots of beautiful quirks of it’s own.
Anyway- before we grabbed brunch on the Sunday morning at Evelyn’s, Joe and I took a mooch around a sleepy sun-kissed Northern Quarter (the after effects of a late Saturday night of dancing), and stumbled upon some more of the gorgeous street art (another thing I loved about the city). Wearing a favourite jacket and some wardrobe staples, it was the perfect lazy Sunday morning (and all the better when the big breakfast arrived too)!