Liverpool is a better looking city than Manchester. There is no comparison to be made.
Having gone to University in Liverpool, I must admit the one thing that shocked me was seeing bars on the ground floor windows. They were everywhere. Equally shocking was small shops with all the stock behind a thick perspex shield...being handed a packet of digestives through a hatch was a new one for me. Thought I was in a bank.
Coming from a small town in Ireland where petty crime is very low, it was quite an eye opener. Felt like Marty McFly from Back to the Future II arriving in an alternate crime riddled Hill Valley...”I don’t remember bars on these windows”. Sat on the bus and seeing a kid smash up a phone booth with a cop (“bizzy”) no more than 50 feet away from him, and witnessing a police chase outside St Johns shopping centre, just some of the incidents in the first few months. Yet all this was juxtaposed with the friendliest people you could wish to meet. Asking for directions the people couldn’t have been more helpful.