As River does her weekly Sunday Selections, so do I occasionally.
The gerberas with white petals and black centres looked quite dramatic.
I know most of the flowers to be seen at a flower stall, but I haven't a clue what these are called.
An opening at QV. The Shophouse Kitchen looks very gay. In some Asian countries are shops with accommodation above, and they are called shophouses. I have embraced the term to describe our many Victorian era shophouses.
City apartment living. Tell you visitors to come by train, tram or bus as there is no where to park. Who wants to drive in the city anyway. It's a nightmare.
And if you intend spending much time at one of Melbourne's many rooftop bars, then it may be also wise to come by train, or go home by one at least.
Marvellous deco which I think is now student accommodation, looms over the Cross Culture Church of Christ, originally known as Swanston Street Church of Christ.
Blending modern architecture smoothly with period architecture. Who vomited slime over Story Hall?
I see the sea and the lake. It was a sunny but cold day and the yachts were out in full force, doing whatever yachts do. Jutting out into the lake is the upmarket restaurant The Point that usually puts on a New Years Eve fireworks show. It has a small spiral stand alone tower to climb. I was going to cut most of the buildings out. Should I have?
R's Sister and Bro in Law gave us this gift before they returned to England. We aren't great ones for cacti, but it does add some winter colour.
Outside St Pauls are seats for the homeless and alcoholics. Only tourists take any notice of the sign. TV quote: "I'm a ladeee".