This morning we have a well deserved lay in, yes even me. Leigh and I get out of bed and into our workout clothes for a nice little walk. We head out down along the Flagstaff Gardens (apparently Melbourne’s oldest), down to Spencer Street, along the self-proclaimed ‘New York end of town’ and back along William Street, chatting and taking in our surroundings. We stop off at Brother Thomas for a coffee, but when we set our eyes on their fresh breakfast bagels, we decide to grab one of those to share also.
Back at the hotel, fed, showered and ready to go, we meet up with Mum and Dad and head in the direction of the Queen Victoria Markets. Closed again today, thankfully this is not our final destination. We are actually heading to a shop called Ambiance. I’ve visited this one a couple of times and Mum and Leigh have also become recent fans of what we affectionately call ‘the Christmas shop’.
One of the most special parts of Christmas was when the presents from the Eastern States arrived from Aunty Joy and Uncle Ron. They were always exquisite little packages of expensive looking wrapping and ribbons and they always smelt divine. Inside was always a special treasure – whether it be a beautiful book with a hand written inscription or a piece of Aunty Joy’s stunning needlework. We would all gather around the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve because this was the special present we were allowed to open before Christmas.
Room after room of pink, gold, silver and Christmas coloured balls, bells, glitter, glass, candles and other magical items awaits you when you walk in the door. We are looking for something special for the family to place on their Christmas trees in remembrance of Aunty Joy, but it’s hard to believe that even in this overabundance of Christmas magic, we walk out empty handed. The perfect piece must be awaiting us elsewhere.
Walking around the streets, we pass Boreks Bakehouse, which we think is hilarious because Dad’s other name/nickname is Borak. So of course, we have to stop and have a borek. Basically it’s kind of like a Turkish bread, with different sorts of fillings, sweet and savoury. We tell the shopkeeper that we are here to eat boreks cause our Dad’s name is Borak and she also thinks its hilarious. So we grab a bunch of boreks and walk off down the street munching on this newfound goodness.
Next we catch the free city circle tram to Harbourtown down on the waterfront. Normally Dad wouldn’t have a bar of going to the shops with us, but he hasn’t seen the Harbour area redevelopment since Uncle Ron drove us around here several years ago. As it is, we spend a lot of time in the Jeep shop throwing all sorts of outfits at Dad to try on. He doesn’t do clothes shopping very well, but he has a trip to Europe next year and I’d like to think that now he will be fully equipped to be a well dressed traveller. The very cute shop assistant spent quite a lot of time making suggestions and generally laughing at the debacle that is the Keller family shopping. I’m sure we made his day.
Shopped out, we stop for lunch at the Harbourtown Hotel. Great special meals for $15. It’s great to sit and have conversations with each other and reconnect. It’s rare that you take time for these things in the course of every day life when there’s so much going on.
Leigh leaves for Perth tonight because there’s only two days left of the school term in Perth before holidays and as you have to book your own replacement when you go in leave in the education department, she was only able to stay for a few days. It’s sad to see her go because she’s really great fun when she’s not snoring.
Waving her off, and still missing out on cooking a meal for ourselves due to the market not being open again today, we decide to try The Mint Hotel for dinner. We are in luck as they have $12 special – a nice piece of steak with some home cooked chips and salad. Perfect meal for a perfect price. Finally tonight, we get a nice early night.