The fact that the taxi driver had never heard of the Manchester Transport Interchange didn't bode well. He radioed in, but they didn't know it either. 'Drive around,' said the crackly voice from the control room, 'and ask someone.' Fortunately, I had a map. 'It's all changed around here since the bomb,' said the driver, wistfully. 'Everything is mostly glass now.' And as we drove past the mundane M&S, the anodyne Selfridges, the monstrous Urbis and the dated Arndale, I couldn't disagree with his astute architectural observation. In fact, I had come to see yet another of Manchester's glazed regeneration marvels. If only we could find it.
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