The day before my birthday we went to Bradford City of Culture. When we went to Hull City of Culture eight years ago there was a real buzz about the city; we arrived at the station and were surrounded by very helpful and enthusiastic volunteers who showed us where to go, how to get there etc. The vibe was infectious, with people proud of the event and of their city.
Bradford. Not so much. Absolutely nothing at the station when we arrived. In the central library - "Do you have a map and leaflet about the City of Culture?" The reply " Er, I think there might be something round the back of that leaflet stand, not sure though". It was not the ideal welcome. I asked where the loo, was, got directions and went upstairs. En route to the loo I saw a photography gallery with a whole exhibition on photos of the people of Bradford. It was brilliant, loved it. The staff member had neglected to tell me about it when we asked. Blimey.
Anyway, we had a great day, met up with Sue and Eddy, saw the Turner Prize short listed artists at the Cartwright Gallery in Lister Park, chose our favorites and had a thali for lunch in a cafe nearby. So, still worth the visit, but a little sad.
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