Paris Pub

I’ve always been attracted to this part of Halifax: the steep hills, cobbled streets, brooding mills ….. and, of course, the delights of the Shears Inn, whose stone-tiled roof features in this photo of mine from 40 or 50 years ago. There’s a story which says the area’s name – Paris Gates – came about when the final letter “h” fell off the original “Parish Gates” sign. I prefer the idea that it was the entrance to an early attempt at a Channel Tunnel.