St. Kilda is a paradox of a suburb in Melbourne. On one hand there are old regal houses and wealth abound, on the other, are the loud backpacker hostels, prostitution and drug use which are more conspicuous than one would like. The most accurate comparison would be the fictional ‘Verona Beach’ from Baz Luhrmann’s adaptation of Romeo and Juliet.
The somewhat dilapidated and cold Luna Park gives this impression more than anything. While I usually revel in the nightlife and trendy restaurants of St. Kilda, my first trip there since returning to Melbourne was cold and alienating.