One of the biggest risks of Melbourne is getting sensory overload. There is simply so much to see and do it’s a tough job to decide where to look and go first. I love the eclectic mix of hip, cool, hippy and pure sophistication. When the boys headed back to the MCG for the afternoon session of Cricket my poor mother-in-law was dragged around Melbourne’s lanes to view the street art. There were parts that looked more graffiti but nevertheless there was plenty to brighten up what would otherwise be a pretty dreary alleyway.
I’m thinking of getting the first of these pictures blown up and pasted to the side of the chicken pen to remind George the rooster who’s boss!
