Something was pulled down and these signs were exposed. The only time I have ever drunk Fosters was when we were in England and that was all I could get on tap that was like what I knew. It was lousy and I don't even know if it is available here anymore.
The Victorian Railways administration building in Spencer Street, now apartments.
An infill building, which was there before it became infill.
Yarn bombing, Royal Parade.
Do not adjust your monitor. They are Lego sculptures. Even I can recognise the first one.
Con trails look better when you can see all of them, and not a small section. I am not sure if this one was mood altering dousing to keep us citizens calm, or spraying us for lice.
Three balloons landing together in Albert Park.
The Flinders Street train viaduct.
And this newer one runs parallel. I know which I prefer.
Mews. I must look up the precise definition.
I don't know if you can see it very well in the photo but honestly, you leave three tradies alone in your apartment for a few hours to lay carpet and you end up with a hand print on your wardrobe door. "Brace yourself Effie!" Clearly Hyacinth was on to something when warning people to not brush past her walls.