I wander down little Collins St late one night … and there’s Chuckle Park inviting me in. I politely decline and keep wandering.
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Outside the Town Hall today there was a group of protesters protesting about horse-drawn carriages in the streets of Melbourne. These horses and their driver seem unaffected. And red.
Icons of Melbourne #2
We happened to be wandering around the city just after sunrise this morning.
Not that we could tell the sun had risen; it was one of those squidgy kind of sunrises where the day doesn’t get any brighter in a hurry.
There were no sunbeams to bounce off the Eureka Tower, no glints of sunshine to lighten the mood … but there was also no breeze to touch the surface of the river.
All was calm.
This is my interpretation of today’s theme of ‘the river’. Tim’s interpretation is here.
Musings from the cold 