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Thanks to the Foxes, the City of Leicester Has a Shot at Greatness
My hometown of Leicester, like many English cities that aren’t named London, Liverpool, or Manchester, doesn’t get a lot of respect—or, to put it more bluntly, notice. As only the 11th largest city in England, it usually elicits a blank look, or shrug, from foreigners when mentioned.
Last year, we did have a moment of fame when the skeletal remains of Richard III, the last king of the House of York, whose defeat at Bosworth heralded the end of the Plantagenet dynasty and the dawn of the Tudors, were found …
