Drunken Barber in Fitzroy, Melbourne. I stopped my bike and looked in the window. I needed grooming but I had been riding for three hours, in the Melbourne rain* and was not really dressed for it. But the guy opened the door, asked if I wanted a haircut and in I went. Also, he knew my bike was a Birdy and suggested I fold it and bring it inside with the guard dog. Fitzroy is so nice and so hip - well, er, if you think folding bikes are cool.
Also, when you get your hair cut they give you beer. Really nice beer.
* is this a Paul Kelly song? I also rode through Fitzroy Gardens.
(Photos are Lomo LC-A; iPhone 5; Yashica T4Super. I like the last one)
The Yarra River trail. If you find yourself in Melbourne with a bike and an afternoon off, you can cycle 30km around the Yarra River, from its broad swell through the city to the quiet ebbing banks in the suburbs. There are bridges, and possibly snakes. There are cows and horses and an abbey. There are roadies, sleek and powerful, and girls with bikes with baskets, flowing like the river through the city. Pedestrians, mobile flaneurs, fold in and out of the path like obstacles in a video game. Overall, it is very quiet, the occasional slap of wheels on the boards of a bike bridge, the almost inaudible click of a Dura-Ace derailleur as a Cervelo tries to avoiding hitting the tourist on the folding bike. It is an adventure, particularly as poorly signposted intersections with other paths mean you meander along before finding yourself spat out into traffic miles from Melbourne. You retrace the path, to where you saw silver paint on graffiti glowing after the rain and cycle on, wheels spinning sweetly in the afternoon light.
Lomo LC-A, Afga 400 exposed at +1 stop.