As well as the fancy brick work (see yesterday's post) the back of this church caught my eye yesterday. It is three storeys high and with those tall, slender windows, quite reminded me of the cathedral in Albi, in the Languedoc region in the south of France. (Albi is also home to the Toulouse-Lautrec museum.)
Barrels are quite amazing feats of craftsmanship and are stamped with the cooperage and place they are made. Sitting down in the autumn sunshine and placing my glass on the barrel table next to me, I was delighted to find that it comes from a place I have lived several times - the Médoc. Up
On the surface Melbourne looks like a large, modern city, the skyline dominated by skyscrapers and the streets by plate glass windows. Look a little closer and you find oodles of 19th century Melbourne persisting quietly, including wonderful little laneways oozing with history. In North Melbourne the Might Apollo gymnasium building's exterior remains intact -
It was quite annoying that my train to Melbourne was delayed at Footscray for an hour this afternoon, making me late to class. There was a trespasser on the tracks that stopped all trains in and out of the city on the west side for over an hour, causing a large embuggerance for many. However,
They were just sitting up there patiently at the station, like they were waiting for a train. Maybe they were. Maybe they hopped a train to Melbourne and spent the day in the city. I kept an eye out for them on the the way home, but they must have already been tucked up into
Good wine still tastes good in thick motel glasses with brown wood paneling and 70s art. Maybe it even tastes better in these surroundings.
The open roads of inland Australia are long and straight and flat. I love the feeling of having my whole being stretched out wide that comes with looking at the endless horizon and gigantic blue sky where the birds of prey circle on the winds. On the Cobb Highway south of Hay, NSW
I reckon they might have renovated in the early 1980s. Rooms still have a fax number and a state of the art hairdryer for perm styling.
It would, of course, be preferable if one didn't have to run for a train at all. In a perfect world you would stroll at a comfortable pace to the platform, hop on the train, find a seat and then the train would pull out of the station. In reality, I find myself cutting it
Things are constantly being updated, modernised, renovated and revamped. Which makes it all the more fun when you come across remnants of the past in the middle of the city. I caught a train from Flinders Street today and as I exited saw the old signs painted on the tiles indicating the platform numbers. Up
