On a bright, mildly brisk Saturday afternoon in Melbourne I found myself at the corner intersection of Flinders Street and Swanson Street. I snapped photograph upon photograph of Flinders Street mega train station. I had never considered the architecture before of Australia. I was surprised to find an eclectic mix of vVictorianbuildings and skyscrapers. In looking at my photos, I captured what appears to be a fellow tourist, staring off at the grand scene across the tram-heavy street.
After this moment in time where we all converged in this one spot what did those in the edge of the frame go on to do? Did they go inside the station and look further at the dome? Hopefully, they did not go onto photograph inside or right around the station as that seems to be frowned upon. Perhaps he went on to look at the Renaissance Art Exhibit whose marketing draped the station. As he walked closer to the station, he probably looked both ways while crossing perhaps being a bit discombobulated if he comes from a country where drivers drive on the right side of the road.
As he spent the day wandering Flinders street and its surrounding vicinity he would have noticed the AIDS 2014 signage and experienced a moment of taking in the significance of where we are 30 years into the HIV epidemic. There are HIV social marketing campaigns everywhere showing the warm embrace Australians gave to the cause.
As he wanders and enjoys one of the many cafes in Melbourne he may also partake in a drink at one of the many gorgeous bars I came across. I must say the bars were oh so pretty. Hopefully, he arranges to have one of the pre-paid cabs that mill the streets after 10pm and hope he remembers the sign right above his head. No drinking in the streets lest you want to be out of picket $100.
It was a merry day indeed