I visited Manchester recently.
While there, I followed a Royal Geographical Society audio tour on Victorian Manchester.
It started at the newly refurbished Manchester Victoria station, with its marvellous tiles, and brought me to see buildings relating to how newly industrial Manchester cared for its poor and destitute.
Outside one brick building, I felt a surge of emotion about that institution helping those who were being left behind in the Victorian industrial metropolis.
Each brick, to me, symbolised all the small kind acts taken place there.
My fanciful notion aside, Manchester is a place full of brickwork and tiles, a city made of mosaics, the many making the whole.