He was a friend of a friend. I think I was about 21 and he was mid 30s and of Mediterranean heritage. One of these shops was his florist shop. We had a fantastic night together in his abode above. He liked the skinny young me and I liked his hairy masculine nicely built body and his experience. But everything comes at a price. He gave me the second worst 'flu I have ever had. Ah, I've just remembered his name. I guess he would be dead now.
The late Sheila Scotter, a doyen of style and deportment and former editor of Vogue Australia lived at The Biltmore. Her Wikipedia entry is a very brief read and she had an interesting personal life.
The Biltmore entrance, built as a coffee palace. In 1928 it became a boarding house. In 1950 it became a residence for Royal Melbourne Hospital nurses. The again back to being a boarding house in 1966. In the mid 1990s it was converted to private apartments, rather grand ones I think.
Ah, also quarters for American army officers during WWII.
I can never understand how workers cottages were built next door around the same time in the late 1890s to much grander two storey terrace houses in a number of Melbourne suburbs.
My, what a large extension to your two storey Victorian era house you have, and is that a swimming pool reflection?
I walked through St Vincents Place South, St VP North is similar, and it was so pleasant. The parkland was designed in the 1850s but hard to believe, it was also once a horse racing track.
Amazingly beautiful bark.
St Vincents Place is surrounded by grand and very expensive housing.
At the bottom of Victoria Avenue there is a view of Station Pier with a cruise ship in port along with the Spirit of Tasmania, a ferry to our island state Tasmania. If our plans come to fruition, we will be on the ferry in March 2020.
The tram route number 1 terminus, confusingly called South Melbourne Beach by Yarra Trams. The sails shade the Sand Park playground where we took Little Jo a number of times.
Just wandering along.
I think this is a government primary school but Guggle is not being helpful.
Trust Lancashire Insurance? I would hope their policies are more clear than the Lancashire accent.
I think this is a proper 1960s Mustang, not a modern new one. Amazingly powerful beasts but so awful to drive.