21 January 2004

And oh yeah, Melbourne.

Land of antique toyshop-come-cabaret bars, friendly attentive cafe staff; large meal servings; getting confused when public transport drops you in the middle of the road; earnest people who quiz you on emissions trading when you're out socially (okay, so I admit I have a truly fascinating job); kooky post-modern State museum curation (dig it, I know an arts word); one small, wired-up toddler that was smarter than me, and one large chain-smoking writer with a yen for the meaningful conversation.

Go Melbourne, you rock.

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