Lunch sorted, I headed out onto Princess Street to stake a claim to a spot at the front of the pavement from where I could take pictures. The police and the security people are always keen to keep the road clear so, if I stood my ground, I’d be fine. I got talking to a guy from London who had brought his little daughter up for the weekend. It had been years since he’d been to Manchester and was amazed with its transformation. He’d heard it had changed but hadn’t appreciated how much.
Princess Street is a good one to stand on. It’s regarded as one of the finest Victorian streets in the country, lined with fine architecture. This is the view past the Manchester Art Gallery towards the Princess Street façade of the Town Hall.
The Hotel Arora occupies this fine sandstone cotton warehouse.
This entire building is occupied by the Yang Sing restaurant, regarded by people as the finest Catonese restaurant in Europe. Some say it’s the best restaurant west of Kowloon.
And this is the building that the Wong Wong Bakery occupies part of the ground floor.
The dragons began to process along Princess Street. First there were young Chinese ladies and children in costume.
Then the huge drum that beats the rhythm that the dragons dance to.
Then we have the dragons. There are two of them. The gold one is regarded as lucky by Chinese people. He was on our side of the street.
The main dragon was on the other side and I wasn’t able to get a really clear picture of him.