Melbourne

Someone once said that if Sydney were a person, it would be a blonde party girl in a short summer dress. I think this is a very accurate description. There's no doubt that looks and money count in this city. The girls wear high heels to work and the Ferraris flash up and down the CBD. Fake breasts are paraded up and down the harbour and people suntan on their shiny little yachts.

Staying within this allegory, Melbourne would be Sydney's geeky older sister. The one who dies her hair black and listens to alternative music. Not cool at first sight, but someone who you like to hang out with because they've got substance and an opinion and a purpose beyond the next cocktail or pair of shoes. 

People always say Melbourne is "European" - a slightly overused comparison, because nothing in the new world is really European. But what they mean is that Melbourne has got "culture" whereas apparently Sydney has not. It's probably because the weather is less temperate in Melbourne, so people have to turn to other things for entertainment than just beach and surfing.  

In any case, I like Melbourne. I like it because I can wear trainers and a hoodie without attracting pitiful looks. I like it because people don't live on salads and protein drinks. I like it because people sit in the parks and street cafes to have a chat, not to secretly judge other people. I like it because there are actual Turkish areas and Italian areas and it's not one big homogenous pot.

I'm heading down there again next Friday for a weekend by the Great Ocean Road. In the meantime, here are a few photos from my last visit to Melbourne.