Melbourne, where the Yarra flows into Port Phillip Bay, is a city of narrow beckoning laneways, wide boulevards, unexpected cul de sacs, lovely old arcades and lots and lots of glorious food.
It’s a wonderfully livable city. I know, I live in it.
You can talk of those who come to Melbourne to escape the monsoonal northern summer, or come for the cricket, the football, Spring Racing Carnival or one or the other of the interminable sporting activities. The attraction is not the sport, but the food. Put simply, the best food in Australia is in Melbourne. There are more places to eat than there are people. Read the rest of this entry »
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