If you leave Nottingham train station and head towards the centre of the city, you will eventually come up against a large brown wall barricading the city. Actually it is the backside, or front (it’s hard to tell), of a shopping centre called Broadmarsh. Like a museum gift shop, the only way is through. I did once try to walk around the shopping centre, but the walk along a busy side road, overshadowed by the bulk of Broadmarsh, hardly made for a more welcoming entrance to the city. Not only does Broadmarsh divide the city in half, but it is also remarkably unremarkable. It is a big brown Brutalist box. On the inside its white floors, bright lights and chain stores make it feel like any other shopping centre across the country.
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