Brioche…Sounds of Coffee…
Irish mixed with Belgian flutes…
Gypsy for the dance and Jazz for the soul…

Sunday Yarra dreaming…
It is good to feel the textures of Melbourne…
When you walk alone…

First…a small Swanston detour…
Burke and Wills gazing down from lofty lights and shadows
On a melee of clanking trams and
Sunday footsteps…
And waiting by the curbside…
Olde worlde carriages…
Glimpses of time from tiny closed luxury…
Open delights of worlds embracing worlds…
“Back then, the horse was the designated driver”
So a passing tram roof declares…

Swanston Street…
Overlays of time…
Vibrant collage of life…

But still the river calls…
Sunday dreaming by the Yarra…
To the music of coffee…
Stirlishus Spoons
Black spoons
Laden with
Exotic decadence…
Fine chocolates for melting…
Tantalising
Fine Coffee…
Simply stir…
With a black spoon…
Patent Pending…
But the day was warm…
My handbag would be enjoying melting moments…
Before my coffee had a chance…
Like a hero…bravely…I walked on…
Sighhhhhhh…
I walked on…in heaven…
On clouds of coffee aromas…
Till I found the ultimate pleasures of a caramel cappuccino…
Beneath the friendly shade of an old Yarra tree…

Indulging in Brioche…
Irish mixed with Belgian flutes…
Gypsy for the dance and Jazz for the soul…

It is good to share the textures of Melbourne with a fine coffee…