Two things I've never associated with Liverpool are art or the beach. The Beatles - yes, of course. The River Mersey made famous in the Gerry and the Pacemakers song - yes, who hasn't heard it? Football (which I have absolutely no interest in) - yes again, 'fraid so.
But art? Really? And there's a beach?
A word about the beach. It's awesome. We lucked out with a blue-sky, only-slightly-breezy day. Expansive and surreal, even without the statues. The sky was littered with criss-crossing contrails and the beach with bombed building, red brick rubble, but very little actual litter; it's deservedly the recipient of the Keep Britain Tidy Quality Coast Award.
The Beatles, art and the beach - who knew Liverpool had it all?