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                                  Shopping for Shoes

We catch our bus and then a train to Manchester. Going down the moving stair at Piccadilly we arrive at the tram stop. We sit and ride to Harbour City. Here we get off and cross the road for we are going to the Lowry Centre and the shops, especially the shoe shop.
Men’s shoes needed for my husband. Finding the right size we inspect every shoe. Soles can’t be stuck down. He has to remove the sole in the shoe as he has to wear arch lifts.
We both look around. The ones he likes seem stuck down - no good. I find a pair! Oh thank goodness, the soles can be removed. We put his special soles into the new shoes. They fit, so he buys them and we leave.
We go in and out of more shops – men’s and women’s, but more men’s than women’s. A quick snack and a coffee. Some more looking – I need another rest. We find a cafe and have more coffee. Sitting down my interest is aroused. Looking through the cafe window I see a tall whitewashed building. It has an old gable end with a figure in black that sticks out of the house, lime washed and old, as if talking to me of its age. Near the top of the apex are three slit windows, very narrow, near to each other, one higher than the other two. Lower down the building are three black windows. Never washed, never seen the light. Just black!
Behind it is a new building, taller than the whitewashed one. Clean new bricks, it is very smart. On the roof, at the apex, is a mesh thing, also a bit that looks as if it is a fence of steel. Another interesting building seems to be built of Portland Stone, but I know it isn’t. More likely the same stone as the old Co-op stores. They seemed to be like a trade mark.
Two street lamps intertwine, a new look, but not like the New Look of the Fifties.
Now time to leave. Making our way to the Harbour City tram stop we see many swans swimming in the harbour. Crossing the bridge then the road we’re just in time to catch a tram to Piccadilly, finally a train homeward bound.
A nice day - but dull weather.