A glorious Sunday afternoon in Spring. Claudia and I went down on the bus to St Kilda in our summer sandals. A stroll along Acland St these days has turned into a free-for-all fight through the crowds, there are more people in Melbourne than ever before, and they all seem to congregate in Acland St.
They come to look and to be looked at, to parade around with silly little dogs and children in space-age strollers, they come for the passeggiata, for the sunshine and for the cakes. Especially for the cakes.