Previously the Hilton Hotel in Wellington Parade and is now known as The Pullman. It was built on the site of Cliveden Mansions, once the largest house in Melbourne.
Circa 1910 Cliveden was bought by the Baillieu family and turned the house into opulent apartments. Post WWII such living became unfashionable and the Mansions went into decline and in 1968 Whelan the Wrecker arrived and did what he was famous (notorious?) for doing.
Jolimont across the road from East Melbourne is an odd little area. On the far side of the road is Jolimont Station at a level below the road and one of the fly swat lighting towers of the Melbourne Cricket Ground can be seen.
The symmetry in Art Deco is good for the soul.
Solid, sturdy and dependable, and hopefully with central heating.
The last of the bright red autumn leaves falling.
I suppose you can't go wrong with white, but why not use colours to highlight the architecture.
The Cairns Memorial Church (Presbyterian?) at the corner of Hotham Street was burnt out in 1988 with only the façade remaining. What a terrific effort at turning the old church into apartments.
All in a row.
It only takes an hour with a scissors each week to maintain plus another hour to dust each leaf.
Four houses I think.
Such houses can be dark inside, so why brick up south facing windows?
I detect some non original balcony funny business has gone on here. Victorians did not sit on their verandah roofs.
Some more non original. I've not seen any of Melbourne's bluestone lanes laid as neatly as this one unless they have been relaid.
Soon the leaves will drop allowing the low northern winter sunlight to fill the front rooms.
Somebody has to live in the cheap housing. I use the word cheap advisedly. I should think well over a $1.5 million would be required to buy.
It looks lonely, like it once had a friend at its side who has gone.
Peering over the porch wall at the mess, we found the local rented apartments.
I am sure as nice and neat inside as it is outside.
This one, Queen Bess Row, certainly had me searching. R and I examined it carefully and decided it was three individual houses.The land was bought by the brother of Sir William Clarke, the builder of the aforementioned Cliveden. Although perhaps meant to one day be individual houses, openings were left between rooms with the intention of it becoming a coffee palace (that is not serving liquor) but this did not eventuate, instead becoming a training institution for nurses and then a private hospital. While it did have the name East Melbourne Coffee Palace, the name was changed to Rubra as a private hospital, a hospital with some rather quackery sounding practices to me. By the late 19th century the owner had been successfully sued for negligence and she sold up the contents of the hospital. The same year the building's owner Joseph Clarke died.
The internal archways were bricked up and it was turned into flats. Post WWII it became a boarding house for low income tenants until 1989 when it was turned into the original three houses it was eventually meant to be. Each house was sold separately. I can't find why or when it was called Queen Bess Row.
An amusing anecdote I came across was a story from a neighbour who was in the process of moving into the property next door when the Row was still a boarding house in the 1980s. A chap wandered into her kitchen and asked if she had a beer for him. Thinking it was one of the removalists, she obliged but it turned out to be one of destitute type boarders from Queen Bess Row.
The hospital that ate Richmond, also known as Melbourne's largest private hospital Epworth, owns this building and has called it something like the Epworth Cliveden. Epworth's tentacles spread far and wide over Melbourne's inner suburbs. In my world, we should all have access to great public hospitals for free, and we almost do.
I am fond of blaming modern architects for the hideous buildings they are designing. We have almost stopped pulling down buildings of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, but we are pulling down 1960s buildings without a tear or a protest. Nevertheless, I consider the architect of this building went out on a limb when he designed it, and then the bough broke. Along the road a little is a siding for trams to line up to clear the crowds from the MCG after an event.
This sneaky little building at 100 Wellington Parade houses the The Royal Australian College of General Practitioners.
We were back at the tram stop. Now which way? Back to town or to Richmond. Richmond won and we had a very nice lunch at Blue Note Cafe in Bridge Road.