Fountains people write on in leaves. Glowing red reeds that clatter satisfyingly when you push ‘em together. Office building design that sinks your spirits. Cheerful manicured flowerbeds photographed by sandalled German tourists. Fountains illuminated at night. A woman on a park bench scoffing potato chips in front of a crowd. No frills busker musicians drawing unexpected crowds to listen to music when they really should be shopping.* Horsies that need retirin’. Blinding bright advertising. The delightfully welcoming window pictures at Metlink.
*Although, Melbourne’s buskers are often endearingly horrible. Apparently they’re making them audition now although perhaps that’s just a concession to keep Doyle happy; so far they’ve all passed and I bet the other judges don’t take it serious. The other night me and my friend saw a busker in a gorilla suit with bagpipes bring a little girl to tears. He did look a bit macabre.