This morning before it became too hot, we took the motor out to the Commonwealth Games Village in Parkville. After the Melbourne Commonwealth Games, the competitors housing was turned into private dwellings and sold for large sums of money. It is one of the most ugly areas in Melbourne and a thorough waste of our time and petrol. Don't bother.
However, we went on to see where R lived once in Park Street, West Brunswick and then found what must be the most unrenovated Coles supermarket in Melbourne at Union Square. But the staff were lovely, and did we find a little gay enclave in Melbourne? By what we saw, perhaps so. We drove a few of the backstreets and it is quite a nice area and certainly not a high migrant area that I expected it would be. The people we saw at Union Square and on the streets all seemed to be of Anglo heritage. Bit odd really.
Cazzie must have planted this in my head when she mentioned in a post or comment about stopping off for coffee in Kensington. I wanted to go to Kensington. It is a word that I have a trouble saying. For some reason I stretch it out to be a very long word, over one second to say it. I must have heard it like that once and it planted in my head. I am very susceptible to accents.
We were up for coffee and a snack and by sheer co-incidence, we happened across the same Macaulay Road cafe where Cazzie had coffee. Both coffee and fruit toast were nice. From memory it was called Kitc-ch. We watched church goers come and go, so many dogs passing and some really nice looking but down to earth types.
Perhaps we should sell the highrise and move to Kensington? R loves real estate agent windows with a passion, so we took a look at the one opposite the cafe, no prices.
I reminded R that it is quite a busy area, unlike today when we are seeing it at its best on a quiet holiday weekend when so many people are out of the city, and no truck traffic.
R had some other memory of Kensington and could not quite work it out. We walked down the hill to the railway line, crossed the road, and there were many more cafes and shops off Macaulay Road. This was what he remembered, or a very earlier version of it.
We found another real estate agent, who had a picture of a single fronted timber house in his window. The poster stated that it was the first $800,000 house sale in Kensington. Thoughts of selling the highrise, moving to Kensington and become cash rich melted like an ice cream on a February day in the Alice (that was pretty good hey).
Home James, with afternoon tea goodies for the Mater and step father. More on the day to follow.