Dalgety Street runs between Princes Street and Grey Street, parallel to the well known Fitzroy Street. I trammed to St Kilda Junction and began my walk along Pattison Street. Not much to see in this street and it looks quite shabby and neglected.
Things did improve as I neared Princes Street with what seems to be apartments at the back of the Ritz Hotel, the pub part now known as the Elephant and Wheelbarrow, popular with UK and Irish backpackers.
Around the corner into Princes Street I came face to face with this rather handsome house.
Across the road I quite liked the simple timber fretwork on the verandah. I hope the occupants are enjoying the view over a vacant lot being used as a carpark. It won't stay that way for long and no doubt their view will blocked.
Technically correct perhaps if you want to get to Nepean Highway using St Kilda Road and Brighton Road. But really the sign is an anachronism and should say St Kilda Road south and include the route number 3. I think the sign is very very old.
One corner of Dalgety Street.
And on the other corner is this stunning block of apartments.
It think it was late on a Saturday afternoon when I was there. The street was busy enough with pedestrians and people coming and going.
The buildings are generally very well maintained.
A former politician once remarked that you could tell which houses in a street were rented and which were owned by the occupiers. It was a tactless thing for a politician to say, but so often quite true. The centre house in this terrace looks very rented.
The verandahs on this one have been filled in with windows and it either apartments or a boarding house. I did see some of the occupants and I would suggest boarding house.
A very expensive looking terrace of houses.
A terrific apartment building.
Here we go, a house with a storey below ground level.
Another nice terrace. Boy there are some expensive houses in this street.
Below ground level at another.
More simple timber fretwork. The parking permit sign indicates that parking is a problem in the street. Not many places would have a garage or off street parking.
Neighbours had taken a break from their gardening and were having a chat over the fence. I console myself with the fact they I will never be able to afford to live in one of these places with the knowledge that they are probably very dark and gloomy inside.
And this is it, what I remember from maybe twenty five years ago, the long terrace with storeys below ground level, except as I remembered them, there were no trees or shrubs to hide them.
In Part 2, we will pop out into Grey Street.