For the lack of better word, I call this composition«The Monument to Cleanliness». There is no plaque gracing the pedestal, on which is mounted a massive broom. By the side of the pedestal stands a spade. For a poetic soul this will be the place where God left his cleaning instruments and went in for a curry and a pint. And naturally, forgot to go back to collect them. Jokes aside, this seems to be one of the least known landmarks in Manchester. It stands just across the road from the former post office in Thomas St, and is hard to ignore. But it seems to have assimilated with the rest of the street to such extent that it’s become a natural and hence unimportant part of it. Sadly so, I think.