Alasdair goes direct from Mandurah to Marseilles. That sort of shock could crack your soul. But there is a kind of Perth look. The blue sky not quite as relentless, and no cocii. But it’s there.
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The Worst of Perth 
A registered beach.
Fancy that.
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The footpath in the foreground looks like City of Stirling’s work
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I wondered if that is Fiona Wood, but she’s too tall.
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Fiona Stanley?
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St Carmen who defied Richard the Inquisitor?
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I haven’t thought about old Dick the Asker for years.
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Yeah that dynasty really went out with a whimper. Still there is always the Bell Tower. Not quite the $19bn collection of edifices that Emperor Barnett will leave behind but it is somewhere to take the grand kids for an icecream on a summers day.
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They have, however, just reinterred – with the most innapropriate of ceremony – the bones, twisted as they are, of the recently rediscovered Dick the Shit.
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TLA, you should have known better than to go to Marseilles looking for culture.
All the kulcha ya need, is right here in the region bounded by Cockburn, Parmelia and Mandurah. Why, even the limestone soils are identical to Marseilles.
As for the language, you can’t understand bogans anyway, so what difference does it make??
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Le Corbusiers apartment block there would fit nicely in vic park. Or Bentley.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unité_d%27habitation
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Totes.
You prompted some nostalgic woogling. Who wouldn’t want a Brownlie Towers throw pillow!?
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Enregistré pelouse.
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Nice erection
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Statue appears to be Brian May, noted astrophysisist and legendary guitar hero from Queen.
I believe Dieppe has recently erected a bronze of Eddie Van Halen in response.
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Expect Popeye Doyle to pop up , firing a few shots at a dealer.
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I don’t see the connection?
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Isn’t it an Italian-type job?
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Well spotted that man. Perth eurohick in the heart of Europe. All they need now is a fake clock a sardine festival and a Kakulas shop and they could be us. I smell a Sister City. But first we need a fake Marseillaise. Dockers must swap songs with Brisbane.
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I would be shocked if they didn’t already have a sardine fest.
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LOL
http://www.visitprovence.com/en/cultural-agenda/gourmet-food/provence/26816-the-sardine-festival-in-port-de-bouc
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Where does it say Le Mulie? Le Bait-Bleu? Sardines ain’t Sardines you know. But ok i’ll give you that one. But back to eurohick, this could be South Terrace …
‘There’s a touching scene on the seafront of Martigues, on the Provencal coast of southern France. A little girl, probably six or seven sits eating a large bowl of mussels. She holds an empty bivalve mussel shell in her hand, using it as tweezers, or pincers, to grab the meat dextrously out of other mussel shells, popping the meat into her mouth. She’s done this before. The mussels are done in a white wine and garlic sauce. The aroma, wafting about in the evening sea breeze of Mediterranean mid-summer, is moving. Next to her, mama has her own bowl, as does little sister, on the other side of mama. Little sister needs help. Mama’s friend is there with her own daughter, and papa turns up after work for his share, too. After the mussels, they’re on to the sardines.’
http://www.stuff.co.nz/travel/international/576249/Sardines-and-mussels-in-summer-in-southern-France
Very traditional fest. Started 20 years ago.
And crabs. French backpackers could visit the Mandurah crab fest and get crabs. In fact anyone can get crabs in Mandurah.
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Surely we can claim the flattie fest?
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Marseille Kanyana – featuring Jeanne Little as MC. What’s not to love about that?
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