A bloke drinking Beam and Cola on the tram, another driving a mint restored Datsun 120 Y. (Unfortunately not captured). And then my hotel has a licensed Fromagerie. That’s a cheese shop that sells piss. I’ll have half a kilo of Coon (fromage racistisme) and a pony of Melbourne Bitter (petite grail de gatto piss). Thank you garkon. Sometimes I think Melbourne employs students to enact unbelievable vibrancy tableaux for visitors. oh and a wonderful rotating cub clock.