Day 304 - The Paragon

Skipped the market today and had breakfast at The Paragon in Rathdowne Street, North Carlton. The predicted top temperature is 30 degrees, and it was already a little too hot to sit outside.

I've always liked the handpainted illustration on one of the walls; this is a small section of it.

Later, I went on a hunt for a wedding present for next Sunday, but we didn't hang around for long because it was too hot.

Day 271 - Box

Simple engineering is remarkable. I love this box which I inherited from my husband's grandmother. I think it came with a sewing machine. See how it opens up.

This series of photos have absolutely nothing to do with my day which unfolded without a camera and in the coldest, most miserable day we've experienced for a while (or at least since yesterday). Seriously, it's been colder than all winter.

We drove to a cafe by the sea in Albert Park to have a celebratory birthday breakfast for my sister. Pity I couldn't share pics of us battling to cross the road, umbrellas flipping in and out, faces intent, present getting soaked. The greyness swallowed the difference between sea and sky. Once inside we were warmed by good company, hot breakfast (and a heater - obviously). Laurent cakes followed too soon, and I was left with some regret.

Day 185 - Heaven

Simple pleasures are the best. Fresh air, sun, breakfast on the pier, good reads and conversation, no cooking or housework! Why does it have to end?

Day 159 - Long weekend breakfast

The exquisite pleasure of an extra day in the weekend, a slow morning, and grilled cheese on toast for breakfast instead of cereal. The simple pleasures of life.

Day 143 - Saturday breakfast

As usual, Saturday morning's visit to the market is followed by breakfast in the city. We meet my mother, sister and friend in a lovely little cafe tucked away almost invisibly in Little Collins Street. The pastries and bread here are to die for. Well, obviously, that's hyperbole, but it's definitely worth looking forward to.