Blimps were once a thing of fascination for me, but now, don't care much about them, especially as they are just used for very basic advertising now.
Our building has very strict rules about what can be visible on a balcony. Drying washing is verboten. While some don't like the rule, I don't like this scene in High Street, Windsor. Pity it is out of focus.
Some interesting architectural work here in Upton Road.
711 stores and similar convenience stores killed off local milk bars at speed. There are a few left, such as this one which is a prime example of why local milk bars were killed off. It looks disgusting, and yes, it is open, but I doubt for long. No doubt Asian owned by immigrants who get residency by investing in a business they don't car two hoots about.
A train passing by between Windsor and Prahran Stations.
Why is this park called Windsor Siding? I can see some hands shooting up. Before the train line was built from South Yarra to Windsor, if you wanted to travel to Brighton by train, you would catch the train to St Kilda and then another train with the line running in a large arc through what is now Albert Park Reserve, across St Kilda Road on a bridge, through suburban Windsor to Windsor Station and on to Brighton.
Once inside the park I discovered a very fine mural. The van belongs a graffiti removal contractor. I expect he is there to make an estimate for graffiti removal. Let me get closer.
A man with a dog was chatting to the contractor. He broke off to chat to me and asked if I like the mural. The man was Greek and about 40. I started to wander away and he followed me, chatting away about street art and evil graffitists who tag and spoil nice murals.
I was on a mission but I paused to take another photo of the park, with the Windsor Telephone Exchange dominating the area. Man and dog did not walk on but waited.
The man drew my attention to this mural, which he said had been partly painted over. Then came the coffee invitation at his nearby house. This is not the first time this has happened when I have been out and about. Is there something stamped on my forehead? I politely declined, then later wondered if I should have. Had he looked clean, I may have been tempted.
Rather nicely proportioned Victorian house with polychromatic Hawthorn bricks.
Can's see this mural properly, at the back of the Windsor Castle Hotel.
Old lounge room couches often feature on the verandahs of rented houses.
This is a tragedy. The artists slaved away in the boiling sun painting the mural in the very visible location above Queensway near Chapel Street. In less than a week it had been ruined. I cropped a bit of the road out but left the houses so you can get an idea of the size. It is big and spoilt.
To the stocks with the vandals for some rotten tomato treatment.
This building with its clerestory roof caught my eye.
I walked closer to get a photo of its street number, 153 Albert Street, Windsor. Much to my surprise, it is a very significant building. It was the office of the Post Master General, designed by Sir John Monash. It was the first government building in the Prahran area. It was later used as a post office. It has now been converted into a two storey Manhattan style apartment. You are correct if have guessed this information comes from a real estate website. Later it became a photographic studio. The building next door was also owned by the PMG, later its privatised telecommunications offshoot, Telstra.