But what is lacked here in elevation is made up for by motion. I sit still, aboard my 43, and gaze and the city rolls past and I absorb it and adore it, from suburbs to centre.
But to love a city? A city of bus congestion and wet streets? A city with angry looking souls, who smoke on the back seat, a city with students who crowd the streets and pubs? This and so much more. Manchester, what a city.