|Tram passing Federation Square|
I must admit I was pretty tuckered out by about 4pm, walking and standing most of the day. It's not a matter of just striding out to get to a destination, but of dodging people and prams, waiting for lights to change, watching for the very high curbs, for cars, trams and buses, keeping one eye on Bill while trying to stop and snap a photo.
|St Paul's Cathedral|
The hotel was a slight disappointment. The rooftop pool was out of order and I could have shown the cleaning person a thing or two, which is worrying.
|The Forum Theatre|
The first thing I did was to trip over the tiles that raised the threshold of the bathroom, bruising the ball of my foot. This meant wearing my trainers for added cushioning, not very stylish with my skirts, but there was nothing for it but to get on and see the sights. Each night I pulled the bathmat over that threshold to remind me to lift my feet during any night time excursions.
|Three Melbourne businessmen|
It rained a bit while we were there, but mostly it was sunny and in the 80s or lower 90s, so I generally happy with the weather. We went to a proper restaurant in Chinatown one evening, but the rest of the time we had room picnics with grocery bought foods. Not very low calorie food, sadly, but the walking took care of most of it.
|Public Art; public purse?|
Melbourne has had to battle to save her older buildings from the wrecking ball (or is it all just dynamite these days?). In one exhibit relating the rescue stories of various buildings, it was interesting to note that even the demolition workers had a view about some of them and went on strike rather than to participate in their 'downfall'. We saw one instance where a facade was being supported while a modern building was being constructed behind and observed a few examples where this had been done elsewhere. Not ideal if the interior is still original, but many buildings not historically protected have been trashed anyhow and the facade is perhaps better than nothing.
|Mitchell House, at Elizabeth St and Lonsdale, built 1936|
There was a surprising amount of things to do for free: a tram that circled the city centre, the galleries at Federation Square, an exhibit at the library, the Victorian Women's Centre. We chased down all things Phryne Fisher and pretty much walked all the cross streets of central Melbourne, laid out on a lovely grid. The street names echoed out of Kerry Greenwood's books and Bill was in seventh heaven.
|The Flinders Street Station|
|has to be seen to be believed. It's so....yellow.|
I would happily go back to Melbourne, to spend more time exploring the coast and further afield.
I'm certain we've only scratched the surface, as has this post...more to come!