Living each day much muchier
When you’re on a merry-go-round, you miss a lot of the scenery.
Melbourne is an uplifting, romantic city.
It reveals itself to you, when you move through it slowly. There’s a soul and a quiet magic in its bluestone, cobbled laneways. There’s history in its terrace houses and crisscrossed metal lanes and wires.
I walk every day to work now.
Melbourne lets me kick through autumn leaves like a little child. Lorikeets chatter and hang upside down from fruiting street trees. Rosemary and lavender poke through courtyard fences.
Melburnians love their city. They savour their coffee and food. Cyclists descend like a flock of birds at the intersection and take off together in a spinning flurry. People clothe themselves in quirky, vintage fun. Sure, they’re hipster, but it’s all about delight in fabrics, eras and self-expression.
In movies, so much of the magic is the backdrop, the scene where the story is told.
Melbourne is young compared to world cities, but it’s elegant and full of promise.
It’s a beautiful backdrop for a life.