Feel the 'bourne

Melbourne is a nice city. We have been here three times now and it has really endeared itself to us. It is just such a living bubbling place with endless events and attractions. People here are friendly and involved and we get why Melbourne makes all the most livable city lists. And so I feel like I should show my gratitude in the form of a poem. And I did give it a go and write a poem but should have known that a mediocre quickly scribbled poem would be very inadequate. And I have no time to think long enough to write a better poem because there is too much too see and do here so why sit around thinking. Plus, it is nearly impossible to think with three children. But numerous poems have probably already been written about Melbourne because the city has a lot to say and a lot to express.

We keep coming back here and it is starting to feel cozy and home like. We somehow always end up in the city for Jewish holidays so we are oddly enough quasi members of a congregation in the sense that we know and are friendly with many of the congregants and we feel a part of their community. We happily reunite with our parent acquaintances at storytime. The librarians are probably puzzled at our intense frequent presence alternating with complete absence but they don't ask they just happily regreet us into their community. We have haunts - favorite museums and cafes and playgrounds and tram lines. We are intimately aware of the weekend outing possibilities - grampians, great ocean road, farmland, Philip Island, dandenongs, and more. We have a relationship with Melbourne. Except Melbourne isn't home and we are leaving soon. 

Lots of street art

And other art (Ai Weiwei in this case)

And culinary art

Sophia mesmerized by the science of making croissants

Librarians give out chocolate here

Little children are happy to be arrested

The black paintings were replaced!!