Our gardens, unlike three years ago when they were dry and horrible, looked fresh and inviting. The building is the Shrine of Remembrance.
The vine on Victoria Barracks has mostly come into leaf, relieving its hard exterior.
Let's Beat Bowel Cancer indeed. Note the spook near the statue plinth. I took a better second photo, but he had seen me had ducked behind the statue by then.
Even army civilians were interested and stood on the barracks balcony.
There is an air of anticipation with the royal tram's headlights glistening tantalisingly in the distance.
The apartment complex called The Melburnian dominates with the very tall Eureka building and the silly spire atop the the State Theatre. I believe HRH believes in homoeopathy. The Melburnian is sited where the old Prince Henrys Hospital was demolished. It was originally a homoeopathic hospital, before it rid itself of hokus pocus medicine. The ever learned Jayne tells you about it here.
The brawler van standing by in case Occupy Melbourne anarchists, to quote the Herald Sun newspaper, should make an appearance.
The Duke alights. This prat standing on the rubbish bin did not care about whose view he blocked. Worse were anti carbon tax protesters who held large banners aloft and so blocked off a good area of standing room.
There she is. There she is. I frantically snapped with my camera unaimed. And then she was gone in the bat of an eyelid. I used a very bad word, repeated twice, under my breath as I discovered somehow the camera had switched to the photo stitch setting. Oh no. This was the only photo of her I ended up with. While I was so prepared, everything happened so quickly.
For those worried about whether she and the Duke might be wrestled to ground by ticket inspectors for not paying their fares, appropriate fares for them were bought by an equerry. That will defray the costs, not.
There she goes up Government House Drive to the substantial abode of the Governor of Victoria for a lunch of whiting and asparagus.
After people snapped their photo here, many of them turned and ran up the hill to catch another glimpse or snap.
I intended to go on to the Queen Alexandra Gardens to take some photos, but the barricades prevented crossing the road all the way back to Flinders Street Station. I made my way to the station and caught the train to Windsor for some shopping. The photos can wait for another day.
The fountains in front of the National Gallery of Victoria sparkled. I walked slowly as already my feet were a bit sore from standing for so long.
The Yarra River never sparkles, but it looked quite nice as I crossed Princes Bridge. Renovation works are progressing well on Hamer Hall. Just remembered a post from back in 2007 when I last took a photo of the litter trap. Worth a look.
Now HRH has left the building, I shall revert to being a proper republican instead of, I'm a republican but...