Melbourne in black and white

My last few days in this beautiful city, as they always are, have been precious. It may sound strange, but I've been soaking in every moment inspired by the honking cars, talk buildings, old architecture, loud trolleys, bright lights, good food, cool weather, friendly people, and trying not to get run over by a car. I've learned the secret to getting the most out of this city, as I'm sure with any city, are the side streets. We've found the best restaurants and cafes this week down tiny dark alleys where it felt like 5pm at any time during the day due to lack of sunlight from the towering buildings around us. As I've gotten lost exploring the city, I've gotten completely sucked in to stopping at coffee shops with that outdoor seating that's perfect for people watching every chance I get. Two afternoons have been spent at a tiny cafe, staring up at the buildings, doing some fierce sketching with charcoal. I'm at an average of at least 4 "long blacks" a day now, which is a double expresso with some hot water added. We met a friendly stranger today who saw us struggling to navigate to the botanical garden and told us that "while one was in Melbourne, one must drink coffee as much as possible- that's just what you do in Melbourne". I told him I knew exactly what he was talking about.