. . . . Get Set. . . .

Brunswick Bike Path

Get set indeed. Today is our last full day before we schlep all of our nonsense to the airport and change countries. "On your Mark, Get Set," and tomorrow is "GO". This is a view of our local bike path. I've seen people spray painting the artwork on the brick walls in full daylight (what a smell!), so I think that the city probably hires starving artists to do so. Many of the walls in the city are painted like this.

An Alley off Victoria Street

To the right is a favorite that M will appreciate. Written in English and Chinese!

Parts of the trail are always under construction. This is an old rail station that's being renovated and the bike path replaced, though the rail still runs through it.  You can see the bicycle detour arrow.

Below is another lovely view of the bike path. You can see how close it is to the rail, and also the palm tree (yep, it's real) and the clearly-not-sanctioned graffiti. This is all part of this life, so I want to be honest here, and show all sides.

Bike path and rail, Brunswick

Brunswick Bicycle Shop

Smash Repair in Brunswick

On the way to where we'll eat dinner tonight, on Sydney Street, is Samson Cycles, where we bought our bicycles. Our landlords are buying them from us for the flat, so that's a wonderful thing. Also on the way is our favorite Smash
Repair place. Thank Goodness we haven't had need for a Smash Repair.
I also thought I'd document a couple of images of Sydney Street. This is one of the main streets through Brunswick, and turns into the Royal Parade, which is a boulevard-type street, not a bunch of things marching.

Sydney Street

Sydney Street, View 2

Again, no one seems to seem to give a second thought to mixing old and new liberally. And the number of overhead wires is really astonishing. I've had a hard time getting images without electrical wires running through them.

Brunswick Pillar embellishment

Finally, a quick cropped view of my favorite "dollar" store sign. The quotation marks are because everything costs considerably more than a dollar. These shops are everywhere, and are almost always owned and operated by newly immigrated Asian Australians. These names, like "Magic Dollar" are typical of someone new to the English Language, but I find it sort of charming. Sort of like the "2 dollars Only" on the corn chips at home.