The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its eflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep scars.Read More
The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its eflection on the tropic.Read More
The shack was made of the tough budshields of the royal palm which are called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair, and a place on the dirt floor to cook with charcoal. On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered guano there was a picture.Read More
They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door. The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it. The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack.Read More
The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh.Read More
From the mid-nineteenth century until the mid-1970s the area we now call the Northern Quarter was a mix of shops and warehouses. The redevelopment of the area between Cannon Street and Market Street saw the birth of the Manchester Arndale Centre. The shops on Oldham Street moved over to the Arndale and by the early 1980s decay had stepped in.
The opening of the market-like AflecksPalace and cheaper rents brought a new set of tenants to the buildings around Oldham Street and by the 1990s the area was becoming known as The Northern Quarter.
The Northern Quarter is unique in the city of Manchester for its enterprising free spirit and the quality of its shops and bars.Read More