I walked into the city this morning and caught a train to the very multicultural and rather...gritty inner western suburb of Footscray. I've been through there on the train many times, but I've never stopped there. I thought it might be a good place for some photos of old signs and urban decay.
My exploring was cut short because I started to feel unwell, but I did get some good photos of old signs. This is my favourite:
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Here's a couple more:
It's been a long time since Melbourne had 6-digit phone numbers
I detoured through the gardens just before I got home and took a few photos there too.
I'm always surprised to see a bee in winter.
Strange flower, too.