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Little Bourke Street 1 of 7 - A Road that Beckons

Cities always seem to be reshaping themselves, I find it both exhilarating and disconcerting.

My Mum came from Melbourne. At the end of the war she found herself transplanted to my Dad's home town in sleepy country Queensland.  While she became an exemplary woman of the country she did often speak of her home city with nostalgia. One of the things she talked about was the nice grid of straight streets in Melbourne and that there were "Little" streets between the big ones.

As a result I have had a lasting fascination with "Little" streets. I decided to pick the one where our hotel was located, just up from the railway station. We had an early train to catch the next morning.


  1. Nice post, look forward to more of this Little street.

    1. You've got a week's worth Jo though I had trouble cutting it down to 7 shots. A city street has so much going on.

  2. When my family moved to Melbourne from Toowoomba in Qld, that was one of the things we were fascinated with - the "Little" streets.
    Mum and Dad moved back to QLD but every time they come down, Dad has to make a trip to Little Bourke to visit Chinatown.

    1. Yes there are no Little streets in Toowoomba or Brisbane. Just higgledy piggley streets, I notice there are some little streets in Adelaide too.

  3. It has been 20 yrs since I was last in Marvelous Melbourne, I remember the little streets well. I think I stayed on little Collins St.

    1. Too long Mark. You must visit again.

      I was only saying to my husband today how our tastes and interests change over time. When I think back to my visit to Europe 30 years ago I would do very different things today.

  4. Brave woman your mum, to be transplanted so far away.

    1. I don't think she realised what she had bought into until it was too late!

  5. Lovely to have a wander, through your photos, back in Melbourne again Joan. I had my very first job there, in Lonsdale Street and will always enjoy those memories of walking from the train, then catching a tram. The Little Streets always held interesting sights and smells :D)

  6. Quite a well known street as well.


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