On the walk to the centre we passed the Cathedral, the Manchester Wheel (which was unsurprisingly not operating) and five markets, all seemingly identical. Our favourite, though, was the one located on the centre square, as it seemed to offer every European cuisine imaginable. This, of course, meant we went on a bit of a foodie tour: Italian sweet biscuits (Danny was having cannoli withdrawals and he assured me this would help), Austrian gingerbread strudel (a little weird) and German glühwein (mulled wine). We managed to restrain ourselves from gorging on the Dutch pancakes. 

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To escape the rain we dropped in to the Manchester Art Gallery, housing countless styles of art over the last 500 years. We quickly skipped over the exceedingly old and the extremely recent pieces and concentrated on the late 19th to early 20th century art. Many English artists were featured, most of which we hadn't come across before, making the museum a worthwhile diversion. Once we had well and truly had our art fix, we waited for a rare break in the rain before bolting back to the van, ready to hit the road again.