Stockport.

I worked in Stockport for thirteen and a half years.

It's a strange place.

Lots of little side streets and stairways leading hither and thither.
Higgledypiggledy buildings stacked upon one another.
An ancient market.
An ancient church.
And a whole host of gloriously questionable architecture from the 1960s.

This decorative wall of concrete forms part of a town centre car park.
A bold, brash statement about something or other, clearly ...