New Wakefield Street is the long twisting street which takes you away from what was Little Ireland that byword for all that was bad about Manchester in the 1840s.
I have written about it as have shed loads of historians back to Frederick Engels and Dr Kay.
And I have to confess when I wandered down the street I was more interested in the graffiti that had been left on the wall of the railway viaduct and the impressive door way half way on your right.
They operated from the 1930s through to the 1950s and years later Mrs Gaskel could be found at the Galleon in south Manchester.
And that pretty much is that.
Picture; New Wakefield Street, 2004 from the collection of Andrew Simpson