french restaurant

I’m try­ing to get to sleep as I lie on the bed at the hotel but the insist­ent pat­ter­ing on the air-​​conditioner is keep­ing me awake… and Daniel (Tse) has the light on play­ing with his Zaurus with the light on, so I might as well blog from afar!

Mel­bourne has been an inter­est­ing exper­i­ence so far – very mod­ern and styl­ish, and ooz­ing with pride. We had lunch at a delight­ful little bakery called Laurent Bakery; we then went to see the Pixar exhib­i­tion at Fed­er­a­tion Square. We had a look at Mel­bourne Cent­ral fol­lowed by an hour of pub­lic trans­port con­fu­sion. We popped by the Dock­lands and it was pos­it­ively unex­cit­ing… we’ll check it out again later cos we might not be look­ing at the right things. We had din­ner at a French res­taur­ant (called Aux Bati­folle – excel­lent wine and creme bru­lee) and we decided to call that a day.

Two things I don’t like about this place so far: the trains and trams sure run on time but they don’t seem to ever go where you want them to go. Secondly, I swear we chose the worst few days weather-​​wise for a holiday.

Sign­ing off…