As I begin to feel the effects of student life in Europe (lack of heating, suspiciously large withdrawals from my bank account in the small hours, general lack of money, poor health and home sickness) I’ve been feeling shamelessly reminiscent of my home lately.
I know all too well that I’ll be back in Melbourne in two months time and my European adventure will be over. But the familiarity of a city that I feel I belong to, and am certain belongs to me, is too comfortable an idea.
This is a quick little snippet of my favourite area in Melbourne: Degraves St. Known as a living organism of street art, pretentious cafes, hipsters and vintages clothes, Degraves became my favourite haunt in the months before i left. This friendly and talented busker is a regular there too, and on one day of bon coincidence, I had my camera when I spotted her.
Je vous presente Degraves Street, Melbourne.