Back-alley dreaming
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sharplittleteethBought my first ever pair of Docs today. 10-up, classic black. I know, I know - they don't make 'em like they used to, But I desperately needed new shoes, and they should go with my suit as well as my jeans. Guess we'll see how long they last.
Afterwards, A. and I went for a lazy walk in the sunshine, and admired all the houses on Richmond Hill. Tiny old workers cottages with pot-plant gardens and Victorian facades. Double-storey mansions with turrets and wrought-iron fences. Designer townhouses like monochrome building blocks.The weed-raddled, paint-flaking mansion with the circular windows and chipped neo-Classical urn that looks like a ghost house out of Lovecraft.
And we found the best back-alley in the world.
It was tiny. Barely two feet wide. Giant corrugated iron fences loomed over on either side, smothering it with shadow. The ground was cobbled with uneven blue-stones and mud. Vines grew over the fences, almost choking the alleyway off. It lead nowhere, and there were no gates in the fences.
Except for half-way down, where there was a red door.
Not a gate. A proper house door: wooden, four-panelled, painted deep red. Spider webs criss-crossed it, weeds grew at its step, and there was no sign of a handle. It looked like if you knocked three times and said the right word, it would open and lead to the Labyrinth, or London Below.
That's what I love about Melbourne. Half this city looks like it crept out from a dream.
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Afterwards, A. and I went for a lazy walk in the sunshine, and admired all the houses on Richmond Hill. Tiny old workers cottages with pot-plant gardens and Victorian facades. Double-storey mansions with turrets and wrought-iron fences. Designer townhouses like monochrome building blocks.The weed-raddled, paint-flaking mansion with the circular windows and chipped neo-Classical urn that looks like a ghost house out of Lovecraft.
And we found the best back-alley in the world.
It was tiny. Barely two feet wide. Giant corrugated iron fences loomed over on either side, smothering it with shadow. The ground was cobbled with uneven blue-stones and mud. Vines grew over the fences, almost choking the alleyway off. It lead nowhere, and there were no gates in the fences.
Except for half-way down, where there was a red door.
Not a gate. A proper house door: wooden, four-panelled, painted deep red. Spider webs criss-crossed it, weeds grew at its step, and there was no sign of a handle. It looked like if you knocked three times and said the right word, it would open and lead to the Labyrinth, or London Below.
That's what I love about Melbourne. Half this city looks like it crept out from a dream.
andricongirl's photos are here.
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Date: 2005-03-28 12:34 am (UTC)Want to go to Melbourne Below.
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Date: 2005-03-28 03:27 am (UTC)I fuuly expect that next time I go back there, the alley will be gone.
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Date: 2005-03-28 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 04:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 03:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 12:50 am (UTC)When I saw the photos I assumed it would reek of the urine spawned by1000 drunken beers.