Sheffield is a curious place: a mix of grand Victoriana and crumbling warehouses, with the usual depressed-town plethora of unused buildings and empty shops between yuppy multi-apartment blocks decorated with huge adverts for the unwanted flats. Lots of student-y things to do and live gigs, but horrible loud muzak in all the shops and cafes. The trams are lovely, though.
Between the buildings you catch glimpses of snowy hills. Where I used to visit some years ago, I was surprised to discover that if you didn't turn right from the front door, but went left up the hill, instead of being amid little houses and scruffy shops and traffic you found yourself on the moors.
In the summer I plan to visit the Town Hall, of which there are free tours (don't know how wheelchair-friendly).
And then, if I come here in December... the Carols in their natural habitat! Provided one can even get into the pubs now that people know about them.
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