Fancy living in the City? I don't really. I like it where I am on the outskirts. Parking for visitors is hard enough here, but surely nearly impossible in the City. Perhaps it was fifteen years ago that friends of friends lived in an apartment in Spring Street. They moved after a while as they were quite social but no one would ever visit them because of the parking issues.
Of course living in the City is not new. Pre 1930 possibly, certainly in the 19th century many did. Whores, pimps, thieves, and god forbid, Chinamen did. Some of the City residents were even quite respectable and had decent houses to live in within the City boundaries. Now that would truly be luxury.
Naturally most of the houses have gone. Progress is one of those words that I always worry about. There is nothing wrong with progress per se, but when it comes at an expense of our history, care should be taken.
I know of at least two houses left in the city, although I am sure they are no longer used as houses. One is quite grand and the other a bit more modest.
I took this snap as I passed by in the Latrobe Street tram. No tram tracks, so can't be William Street. I went past on the tram, so not Queen Street where I would have alighted from the tram. It must be King Street.
I remember this a bit better. It is in Queen Street, just south of Latrobe Street. It is very very nice. Below is another snap. I reckon I could live in this one. Now where is the bell for the servants?