Amidst the mist of Melbourne.

I have always been in love with this city. The strangers that walk by you and you by them, the ever-flowing aroma of fresh brewed coffee down little alleyways bursting out onto the high streets. The typical ethnic suburbs and their offerings of tasty delights and sincere politeness and shyness all rolled into one. It is as if I am back in London or Paris when I'm here. It's a wintery city with so much culture that I feel at home. 

Today we took our sweet ass time to get ready (mostly just chillin' drinking smoothies and giggling about stupid things we had found on our late night scroll through the internet on our phones) but once on the train we knew our destination was a saunter through Fitzroy and lunch at Vegie bar. 

The city was kind on the eyes and on the skin - the wind calm, the clouds bare and the people traffic low. 

We filtered in and out of stores like American Vintage with its collection of Cowboy boots in every colour under the sun, Hogs Breath novelty tees and a Chicago Police leather jacket going for an easy $1,499 (I know where my next pay is going). I bought a cheeky bandana and we continued sashaying down Brunswick Street where we continued to pop into our old favourites like Brunswick Bookstore, Shag, Polyester Records and finally snagged a table at the busy Vegie Bar. 

Now if you get the chance, go here. The food is reasonably priced, the menu massive, the tastes full on delicious and the place a definite hot spot for people watching. We sat against the wall at a communal table watching waiters and restaurant goers flit by in all their different get ups and enjoyed the warmth from within this large warehouse-type space. 

Having time off, however, is actually making both Elly and I very tired and so we retreated back on the 112 to Flinders St Station before catching the train back to South East Melbourne for a cheeky snooze.