When I was a student in Melbourne in the early `90s I lived in Fitzroy, the oldest and perhaps most characterful suburb of this glorious, many-faceted city.
Yesterday afternoon, I absolutely loved wandering through my old stomping ground…
– admiring the Victorian iron lace frontages
– inhaling the scents of the front gardens
– noting the street art in all its beauty and banality
– strolling down quirky Brunswick Street
– listening to the bells of the trams
– having a coffee under the sycamore trees at The Fitz watching the world go by.
One house I stayed in was a tiny old worker`s cottage on Cecil St which looks unchanged.
Before that, I lived with a shifting community of 7-12 others in a large run-down place on Leicester St. Surrounded by warehouses, an industrial laundry and abandoned buildings, it had once been a pub/hotel and had no inside toilet. There were just two dunnies at the bottom of the yard down the back, which was actually a peaceful place to meet Nature`s Call. It`s all done up now and the yard replaced with a modern new build.
Fitzroy remains colorful and a bit crazy, though probably out of the price range of most students now.
Thanks to the lovely lady at the Dancing Pixie for the earrings, a nice chat and sharing her playlist, and to the friendly staff at the Brunswick Street Bookstore. It was good to be back.
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@thefitzcafe
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