Northern Quarter (Manchester)
Coordinates: 53°28′56″N 2°14′04″W / 53.482289°N 2.23435°W / 53.482289; -2.23435
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OS grid reference | SJ844984 |
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- London | 163 miles (263 km) SE |
Metropolitan borough | City of Manchester |
Metropolitan county | Greater Manchester |
Region | North West |
Country | England |
Sovereign state | United Kingdom |
Post town | MANCHESTER |
Postcode district | M1, M4 |
Dialling code | 0161 |
Police | Greater Manchester |
Fire | Greater Manchester |
Ambulance | North West |
EU Parliament | North West England |
UK Parliament | Manchester Central |
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The Northern Quarter (N4 or NQ) is an area of Manchester City Centre, England, generally marked out between Piccadilly, Victoria and Ancoats, and centred around Oldham Street, just off Piccadilly Gardens.
A centre of alternative and bohemian culture, the area is usually considered to be contained within Newton Street (borders with Piccadilly Basin), Great Ancoats Street (borders with Ancoats), Back Piccadilly (borders with Piccadilly Gardens) and Swan Street/High Street (borders with Shudehill/Arndale). Popular streets include Oldham Street, Tib Street, Newton Street, Lever Street, Dale Street, Hilton Street and Thomas Street.
The Northern Quarter is part of a larger area of Greater Manchester that is on a tentative list of nominated sites for UNESCO World Heritage Site Status, a position held since 1999.
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