I was a little surprised by this one, as much for the fact that I did not know it at all. The reason is it is not a on a road to anywhere. It is in quietish streets, ten minutes walk from Middle Brighton Station.
When my mother's forebears arrived in Melbourne in the 19th century, they bought land for market gardens in Brighton. Over time they sold their market gardens and slowly began at outward creep ending up with market gardens in Oakleigh and even Clayton. While vegetable growing was lucrative, it was very hard work with very early starts to get produce to market. Brighton would now be one of the wealthiest suburbs in Australia, reeking of old money (maybe not so much nowadays). I rather wish my family had kept some land there.
Brighton Town Hall was built in 1885 but there is little else of his history without having to burrow down.
Pretty stock standard Victorian architecture and I am pleased to say the clock was correct. I don't like the blanked out windows in the clock tower and it is not grabbing me too much.
At times public transport works so well for me. This day not so much. I had a decent wait for a 58 tram to South Yarra Station, just missed the train to Middle Brighton with a 15 minute wait for the next, and then just missed a train back with another 15 minute wait. I thought I might had made the train back, knowing its arrival time at the station but as I came to the beginning of the platform that I couldn't access until further along, I realised it was hopeless without me sprinting, and I don't sprint no more. Then I heard the bank of the wheelchair platform being dropped by the driver for someone to board. Had I walked briskly, I could have made it as the train was delayed for a minute, but I didn't. C'est la vie. There was nothing to rush for.