It’s a cafe. In South Yarra. Nice salads and wraps. Really good coffee. And they sell French deli-type things, like the sugar cubes that come in the box with a parrot on it. I reckon you can judge a place on that alone really. Definite cool value.
Now…the name: Husband. Funny name for a cafe. This is a quasi-explanation: “Having a local barista is very much like having another husband (albeit one that is completely agreeable and a great listener).”
Maybe. The verb “to husband” means to use resources economically. Could that be the etymology? Another foodie guide describes the cafe as being like a husband in that it is “there for you morning, noon and afternoon…”??? A cafe that poses more questions than Selwyn Toogood on W3.
The day started in light. Sun streaming, straining in through my venetian blinds. Making patterns on my wall that appealed to me.
Now it is 3.30 in the afternoon. There is thunder and lightening. The sky is like lead. The streetlights have come on. Darkness.
Voila, le velo!! Baby blue and tan. I love it!!
This is where I go cycling…along the canal…down the leafy avenues…and yes, I do imagine that I am Amelie…
Clifton Hill is only 4km from the city centre but it feels a long way once you’re there. Walking from the station to Meri and Sophie’s place down Spensely Street, it was quiet and the air was scented with wisteria and jasmine. Beautiful little cottages with lion sculptures in the garden, or overgrown gardens, ivy growing up walls. M and S live opposite the a parkland area. Where the Yarra River meets the Merri Creek. Before the creek gets here, it has flowed 70km from Wallan. The area where the creek meets the river was traditionally the location for large gatherings of the Wurundjeri people and for this reason it is still considered sacred. There’s a lot of birdlife and apparently frogs at sunset. Beautiful area.
Back to heartland Seddon and le chien for breakfast with Kate. They use Supreme coffee beans. A taste of home.
Term is over and so is my time at PEGS. Two big bunches of flowers, a bottle of bubbly and some cards from students. Very nice.
Walking around my neighbourhood as the sun is setting on a Friday night. People driving home from work with that tense look as they hold it all together for just a little longer. One they are home they can give in to the weekend and let their shoulders drop, their faces relax. Others have already reached that point and they sit out on porches, a beer in their hand. Friday night has started.
This is what I saw on my walk.
Not to be confused with the Port of Melbourne, Port Melbourne was once a bustling industrial port but made way for the newer Port of Melbourne in the late 19th century. Port Melbourne has a mixture of old houses dating back to 1840, swanky apartment buildings and some cafes and restaurants. There is also the occasional ship.
Very entrepreneurial in Port Melbourne…
The name may sound like something dreamed up by someone who has read too much George Orwell or Kazuo Ishiguro, but the children’s farm, is not, as the name suggests, a site for cultivating children, but the place where children can get up close to the animals…and birds…
An once a month you can buy organic fruit, vegetables and treats.