As a temporary witness of a city, I always enjoy visiting markets. I think you learn a lot with them. I find captivating the way that people interact in a different context, of trading and sharing, even if for brief moments . They also have a special charm, and most of the times an interesting story behind them. To tell them, there are the characters that inhabit it. Queen Victoria Market was a good one. Another part of Melbourne, another whiff of its diversity.
Melbourne is not a city to see… it is a city to experience… What does this city have that makes it unique? Not the monuments like Paris, nor the city’s history like Rome… not its extreme musicality like Rio or New Orleans, nor the busy cosmopolite pace like New York… My eyes tell that Melbourne’s special little thing is the ability to make its inhabitants so comfortable… A city to be lived, I say!
Heading to Melbourne, leaving Sydney behind, I can finally choose my favorite transportation, the train. I do agree with mr. Theroux when he says that it ‘s more than a transportation, it’s a part of the country. Nothing provides such a detailed observation of the landscape as the rhythmic motion of a train ride.
Jim, my travel mate. A good talker and a good listener.
“Trains do not depart: they set out and move at a pace to enhance the landscape, and aggrandize the land they traverse.” William Gaddis
For some reason, I always wanted to come to Wagga Wagga. Maybe its name has some kind of strange charm in my mind. Passing by it was a small personal curiosity.