Before we left the gardens, I briefly puzzled over the purpose of this what looks like boiler. I concluded we are standing where there was an old greenhouse and this was the heating stove.
At the exit is an eco-centre, whatever that means. I would guess this colourful display shows discarded plastics that can be found in our seas. Don't discard your plastics.
As I have name dropped before, in the eighties we lived next door and were friends with artist Albert Tucker's sister. He spent the last years of his life in a large rambling house at the corner of Blessington and Herbert Streets. A plaque notes his residence.
We had lunch at what might be called Lola's Tapas or Charlie Brown's. Neither name sounds familiar but it was a lovely meal.
I can't read this here but I understand this is the full text, spread over three metal ribbons. I love it. The artist is Simon Perry.
“They wandered by it’s sane seas because it was a more generous
city, not as mean as the others, where they would be singled out as
being queer if their lipstick were skew whiff or buttons undone, or
speech slurred or hands shaky and yellow with nicotine”.
History of St Kilda — Anne