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Little Bourke Street 1 of 7 - A Road that Beckons

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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.


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  1. JoFebruary 13, 2013 at 6:58 PM

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

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    1. Joan ElizabethFebruary 14, 2013 at 8:13 PM

      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.

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  2. head in the sun February 13, 2013 at 7:01 PM

    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.

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    1. Joan ElizabethFebruary 14, 2013 at 8:12 PM

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

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  3. MarkFebruary 13, 2013 at 10:36 PM

    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.

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    1. Joan ElizabethFebruary 14, 2013 at 8:11 PM

      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.

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  4. WinamFebruary 14, 2013 at 12:06 PM

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

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    1. Joan ElizabethFebruary 14, 2013 at 8:09 PM

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

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  5. UnknownFebruary 17, 2013 at 12:35 AM

    Great perspective!

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  6. SusanFebruary 17, 2013 at 4:06 AM

    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)

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  7. diane bFebruary 19, 2013 at 6:41 PM

    Quite a well known street as well.

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