Melbourne

Ah, Melbourne. I had forgotten how much I love it. Like most cities, it has its own unique character. Which I struggle to explain, but I’ll try.

Melbourne is:
The brown and grey smooth slabs of early settlement, regent times.
The screech and clack of the trams going around corners.
Art. Everywhere you look
Laneways and sidewalk cafes
Coffee
Creative. Books. Graffiti. Artists. Performers.
Southbank. 24/7 entertainment. The bursts of fire outside Crown Casino.
The bustle of people ascending from Melbourne central train station into never ceasing streams of human traffic
Newspaper stands on street corners
The sound of international. Every language, every look. Find it in Melbourne.
Shopping. The biggest. The best. The most.
The slow ebb of the brown Yarra River.