I used the train to get to Richmond and Melbourne Central was the closest station to where I was a the time. While I knew very well where the station entrance was, if you were walking north along Swanston Street, you might have a hard time finding it, with this sign way up high and hidden by shop canopies. Once inside Melbourne Central, you still have to get to the underground station and while the signage is adequate, you do have to use a couple of escalators to get there and then more escalators to get to the platforms.
People generally keep to left on escalators, as they are supposed to do but I can never understand why there are not 'keep to the left' signs. I recall Pants informing me of the most terrible social crime you could possibly commit in London, that is not standing to the right on escalators. As I discovered, around the world there is not a common side to stand on escalators and there is no logic to it.
I have to translate train destination signs back to what I know. Thinking, yes South Morang was the Epping line. That will do nicely.
It had slipped my mind that photography is not allowed in our underground railway stations. Too late now. If you see something, say something, so the saying goes.
What are these things called? Coolie hats?
Decorations welcome you into Victoria Street in Richmond
Along with this arch.
Oh, we’re from Tigerland,
A fighting fury, we’re from Tigerland...........so the club song begins. The not so local Richmond Football Club is called the Tigers. I like this work on the railway bridge at the beginning of Victoria Street, tigers pacing through what looks like bamboo.
On the other side of the bridge there is the bamboo but no tigers.
A muriel in a side street.
Tran used to be called Tran Tran and serves Vietnamese food. We have been going there for years. We like it a lot.
You certainly know you are in an Asian dominant area.
Mostly the streetscape is intact.
Non Vietnamese, in this case the local drug dealers. Everyone knows what they are about, but for some reason the police leave them alone. I better keep moving lest one of them comes over to bop the photographer on the nose.
I am not absolutely sure, but I think this hotel was where we used to go to see drag performances, there the stage was the bar itself. It was called Dukes. But it could be further towards the city where Quint Cafe now is.
The council does try to make the street look a little nicer.
But when absolutely appalling buildings like this are allowed, what hope is there for street beautification. It wasn't noon when I was there.
In Church Street north of Victoria Street is the mighty Carlton United Brewery, with CUB buying out the Abbotsford Co-operative Brewery in 1924. CUB has some rather good history and historical photos on its website.
In Church Street are some very typical Richmond houses, small and plain as workers cottages were, but now quite expensive to buy as Richmond, being so close to the city, has become a desirable address.
Three massive Housing Commission tower blocks were built in Elizabeth Street, which runs parallel to Victoria Street, in the name of slum clearance. They produced the usual social problems that such public housing seems to stimulate.
While physically the blocks are well maintained inside and out, I am pleased to not live in one. They would be nicer if they had balconies, and some blocks in other areas have had balconies added.
In Melbourne tram stops are generally quite close together. At times they are absurdly close and this one is less than two hundred metres from the North Richmond tram terminus. I caught the tram back to the more familiar but perhaps the less interesting environs of Prahran.