“...And on the sixth day, God created MANchester,” declares Mark Kennedy’s iconic mosaic, set into the wall of Affleck’s Palace in the city’s Northern Quarter. I've just spent 24 hours in Manchester. And the cheeky tone of Kennedy's statement – boldly linking itself to the divine with a wink and a refusal to take itself too seriously – rings true of the whole city. It's this anarchic attitude that has me immediately smitten. But where to start in so-called Cottonopolis when you’ve only got a matter of hours?