(We Need to Talk About) Piccadilly Gardens

Or rather, why we cannot see flowers in the rain

If you look at Norman Ainsworth’s cine film clip from 1960, this is close to the Piccadilly Gardens I remember. Look at the shoppers taking time out from Pauldens, the shops on Oldham Street, or between buses. As you can see, it was a proper green lung in the centre of Manchester. In my formative years, I remember riding on a donkey named Prince. Its sunken gardens and floral displays offered respite from the diesel fumes. There was even public toilets (a rarity these days). Continue reading “(We Need to Talk About) Piccadilly Gardens”