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She waited at a stop on Fitzroy Street, patiently, for a tram. Not an early morning tram heading for a dingy desk job, in the city. But a tram heading in the opposite direction, down and around the bay. Who knows what lurks down there in the wilds of Melburnian suburbia.
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A great adventure, who knows...
"Lurks", "Wilds", .. Great to see your interpretation of Melbourne Julie. Have a fab time.
You do city so well Julie (and country too). Nice to see your eye on this other city, one I rather like for its conservative old worldliness mixed with its delight in brash modern art and architecture. A place that is cold enough to wear an overcoat and autumn leaves to blow down the street inducing the desire to seek out a cosy nook for coffee and fine food. Where trams lumber and take people to brick suburbia with the smell of briquettes burning and which right now are resplendent with prunus blossom.
Melburnian suburbia, oh yes, I've heard there are lots of lurkers there.
I love your take on things, Julie.
— K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
Me! I know!!
Melbourne Ttrams are tops.
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