The more I discovered the city in its most natural form, the more I concluded:
Melbourne is an out and out art city.
Art is the life of the people here, infused in the city’s character and landscape.

 Sometimes it was the evocative street walls, at other times it were the graphic trams and most often it was the canvas-like road promenades and park pavements. Together, these snowballed into something so wildly creative and powerfully original that it lent a renewed layer to my Melbourne expedition, something that I never planned for.

 There was something so joyous, vulnerable and slapstick about Melbourne and it's arts that it made the city that much more likable. From abstract to concrete, from sublime to ethereal, Melbourne painted a beautiful world, a world where artists - known or unknown; people - locals or tourists, and art - titled or untitled; everyone was welcome, everything appreciated.

 One look at the spattered flecks of color on the streets was enough to draw me in, lost in feelings of deep artistic beauty, never to be found again ...


An artist entertains on the streets of Melbourne
A musician hums a tune, on the streets of Melbourne
A band of musicians, on the streets of Melbourne
A stand up comedian on the streets of Melbourne
An artist sings on the streets of Melbourne
Magic tricks on the streets of Melbourne, Australia
Magic tricks on the streets of Melbourne
Incredible people, interesting sights while wandering on the streets of Melbourne

Sometimes one does not mean to fall in love,
Sometimes, it just happens. ~ Shannon Hale

Today... I sit miles away from Melbourne, but that's only speaking physically. Mentally, I am still there. Very much there. My heart continues to reside in its artful realms. I can still feel every inch of my heart pin for the beauty. They say, a true love story never ends. They say it best. We shall continue this someday.

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