Our last full day here started off warm and cloudy, and on a free tram. It wasn't supposed to be free but the tap on / off thing doesn't work half the time and nobody checks. So we are now fully qualified to emigrate to Australia since we are criminals. Not that we want to really, a bit too busy and the climate is a bit extreme.
First up was Ugo Burrata, a sandwich with roast pork, pesto and mozzarella, plus other bits and pieces. The guy at the till was a bit despondent and not very chatty but friendly enough.
Definitely one of my favourite sandwiches of this year, Louie wasn't too fussed with it but I thought it was fantastic. Garlic butter, crispy crackling with the pork and really soft focaccia. It wasn't cheap, $24 for a whole one, but half each was plenty.
I followed up with some health food, deep fried potato (bottom), beef arancini (left), chicken schnitzel (right) and gourmet sausage rolls (top). The arancini was so good, reminded me of a Hawkes Bay meatball (bitterbal).
Louie got a croque monsieur from internet famous Agathe, he found it okay, not as fresh as he'd like and has had better.
I decided to give cannolis a final try. I had two in the US and thought maybe I got the tourist version so it was a bit gross. The guy at the till was a bit despondent and not very chatty but friendly enough. Wait a minute... he looked the same as the guy at the Burrata place, as in identical. We checked a little later and the Burrata guy wasn't there but they were wearing different shirts. He runs two stalls? He has a twin? He owns more than one shirt? These answers are now lost to time.
Anyway, back to the cannolis. They are all gross, weird uncooked cake batter texture. One mystery solved at least.
We took a detour to the nearby Woolworths for some Australian only biscuits and I got a little sidetracked.
For those 80's kiwi kids!
Some things are far cheaper back home.
The only roundabout we've seen so far, and the Markets. By the crazy build up of cars just before and after this photo it was the first roundabout a lot of the drivers had seen as well.
For the middle part of our day we headed to the old Treasury building and the parks behind it. The greeters at the front were a little too eager and we got a full briefing on how a museum works. Apparently you go room to room, each one has a theme and as you go down the corridor their time periods get closer to now. Fuck me, glad I had that explained otherwise we would have been lost.
The Treasury building is next to a couple of park / gardens which were far better than the botanical gardens. Despite the sunny day it was still relatively normal temperature, maybe just above 20c so the park was pretty busy with people doing park things. There seemed to be quite a few large groups, maybe having their end of year functions. These would be the more sedate businesses, doing wholesome team building things. The more lively ones seemed to be having the end of year events at our hotel going by the number of drunken oafs bumbling through the foyer later on in the night. It's amazing how much an absolute unit of a man can bend and flip when he goes arse over tit after walking straight into an armchair.
Park sights, pretty great. Loads of tree lined pathways, large open grass areas and all sorts of memorial and themed bits. The waterfall was in front of the JFK memorial, with no explanation as to why either existed.
The Conservatory is quite popular with weddings and random women in crowns and dresses having their photo taken. The gardens inside were spectacularly ordinary. My mum grew more exotic flowers in the vegetable garden. I mean these were fine but were just normal plain old violets and those purple bushy ones.
Captain Cooks cottage. We didn't want to pay for a ticket, it was pretty small and probably not worth it. From memory they brought it over from England and rebuilt it here, a city that I'm not aware he even visited.
One of the random things in the park was a minute Tudor village just sitting there. Apparently it was gifted by a group or other in the early 1900's for reasons.
And right next to the Tudor village is the fairy tree. Creepy and strange, from the 1930's and again no reason for it to be here, but here it is.
It really is a lovely park, with loads of different areas and corners. And as with everything else here - clean and well maintained.
They do love their churches here. So, so many churches.
I got this shot because the pedestrian light turned green just as we arrived and I needed to take a minute. Kind of amazed I actually got it since most of the time we were swiping away flies.
Dinner was a bit of an average one, Betty's Burgers next to the hotel. We were going to a show tonight and didn't want to be all sweaty and moist so we kept the walking to a minimum. Which matched the dinner because they kept the value and quality to a minimum.
Looking from our hotel room, you can see the enormous distance we had to travel to get to the theatre. We were putting our ethics aside and going to see MJ The Musical.
With icecream.
The only shot I got of the show, you weren't allowed to talk photos or videos.
The actual production was fantastic, the sets and lighting was amazing, fantastic sound and singing. Really glad we went.
As a side note, you can see the hair of the woman in front of me at the bottom of that photo. It may contain a bit of chocolate from my icecream. I dropped some on my shirt which I pulled to ping it off and it flew directly into that nest.
Since it was our final night in Melbourne we headed back to our new favourite desert destination Burrata for more of the same. I'm going to miss being able to get amazing food and a coffee at 11:30 at night. The place was fair heaving with families, no nonsense and everyone was having a great time.
The tram back was taking ages to leave the stop before, and when it did arrive it was absolutely crammed full. We managed to wedge ourselves in and realised Lady Gaga was playing in Melbourne tonight and this tram was coming from the stadium. One more unique experience courtesy of Melbourne.
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