You’ve got to take your hat off to the Scousers, they know what they’ve got with The Beatles, and they honour them properly. I mean, their airport is named after John Lennon. Not a statue, though there is one of him there, but an international airport. That’s not a “this will get the tourists in” move. When you start naming airports after someone, you’re acknowledging they’re a legend.
And you go to Liverpool and stay in the Hard Day’s Night Hotel, which is round the corner from the Beatles Quarter, which is full of Beatles pubs and shops. And the Cavern. And the Beatles museum, which isn’t even the only one. There’s a bigger and better one down at the docks. And there’s Beatles stuff scattered all over the city, reminding you this is the home of the Fab Four. It doesn’t feel like cashing in, more like a city that knows exactly what it gave the world, and isn’t shy about it. Great place, great people.