With June’s arrival winter descends and this year it feels right on time. Each season holds its charms and a Melbourne winter is very much a diamond in the rough. The wind blows a gale and can chill to the bone, true. People rush up and down the city streets, cloaked in Brack’s black, shoulders hunched, dodging the slippery cobbles. Winter falls elegantly, the city twinkling through rain soaked nights almost like walking through the stars.
During the day cups of Proud Mary, Axil and Seven Seeds warm cold hands and in the evenings the haloed street lamps light the way to the revelry writhing beneath. Melbourne is nothing short of vibrant in the warmer months, as you would expect any city to be, but in winter it truly comes alive.Read More