6.20.06
Melbourne
This morning we hopped a flight from Sydney to Melbourne. Melbourne is an Australian equivalent of a Midwestern US city, say, St. Louis or maybe Chicago. We went to Queen Victoria’s Market early after our arrival, which is a flea market of sorts that is half goods and clothing and half fresh food. The goods portion was pretty meager, but the fresh market was amazing. There were millions of avocados and passion fruits and every imaginable kind of produce for ridiculously low prices. For instance, Gala apples (the best apples, if you ask me) were AU 1$/kg.; that is about 30 US cents a pound. Silliness, I say. There was no vintage or antique mart in this giant market, so despite the fresh goods, it’s staying off of my Australia list of awesome.
There is a lot of random sculpture in Melbourne, and the architecture ranges from peculiar an interesting to quasi-repulsive. The Travelodge across from our hotel, for instance, looks like the bastard colorblind child of an Ikea exterior (I would have taken a photograph, but it might’ve broken my camera).
We rode the Circle Line around the city, and got off so I could go to Batman Park. Though Bruce Wayne was not there and it was really just a small patch of grass, the fact that there is a Batman Park fills my heart with joy.
This morning we hopped a flight from Sydney to Melbourne. Melbourne is an Australian equivalent of a Midwestern US city, say, St. Louis or maybe Chicago. We went to Queen Victoria’s Market early after our arrival, which is a flea market of sorts that is half goods and clothing and half fresh food. The goods portion was pretty meager, but the fresh market was amazing. There were millions of avocados and passion fruits and every imaginable kind of produce for ridiculously low prices. For instance, Gala apples (the best apples, if you ask me) were AU 1$/kg.; that is about 30 US cents a pound. Silliness, I say. There was no vintage or antique mart in this giant market, so despite the fresh goods, it’s staying off of my Australia list of awesome.
There is a lot of random sculpture in Melbourne, and the architecture ranges from peculiar an interesting to quasi-repulsive. The Travelodge across from our hotel, for instance, looks like the bastard colorblind child of an Ikea exterior (I would have taken a photograph, but it might’ve broken my camera).
We rode the Circle Line around the city, and got off so I could go to Batman Park. Though Bruce Wayne was not there and it was really just a small patch of grass, the fact that there is a Batman Park fills my heart with joy.
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