Tiny Pleasures #64: In the Zone
The zone is clearly marked, but no-one stands in it. They all walk past with their afternoon shadows criss-crossing the yellow lines.
The zone is clearly marked, but no-one stands in it. They all walk past with their afternoon shadows criss-crossing the yellow lines.
The sky was dark and the rain bucketing down this morning in Melbourne. I had failed to check the weather forecast and thus did not have an umbrella to protect me from the downpour. I was quite bedraggled by the time I arrived at Chapter House Coffee, a hole in the wall in the tiny
Melbourne is a big, modern city, and although it is known for its laneways, most of them are at least wide enough for a car. But there's a tiny laneway off Lonsdale Street, near Exhibition, which is barely big enough for two people to pass each other. The buildings on either side are made of
Spotted while strolling down a quiet St Kilda street, a group of lorikeets were having an absolute ball playing in the tall fountain in the middle of the roundabout. They were making quite a ruckus but it was such a joyful sound as they took it in turns to play in the water.
What a surprising splash of greenery down a laneway amid the noise, bustle and concrete of inner city Melbourne. There's something very domestic about the ramble of plants in pots and hanging off balconies, and the line of pots at the end of the lane. It gives the impression that it's been done by plant-loving