Lunch during a walk with Michele and Spencer means one needs a place one can sit outside. We had to move to a warmer, in the sun table so that we weren't freezing but it was worth it.
People kept stopping to pat Spencer and chat about their day. Very pleasant.
Walked back home and there was the very sad remnants of the poster for Jill Meagher. Such a ghastly outcome to the whole thing.
This has to be a boarding house with all the post boxes for each room.
The cat is a tag for someone seen in many spots around Footscray- i should look out for it elsewhere.
And then again a little further along
Another series of graffiti, one of those things you see and think I thought i saw that somewhere else or is this where I saw it. Turns out there's more than one.
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