Melbourne appears to have been plunged into winter this week, without the need for a perfunctory passage through autumn. The skies are grey, the air is bitter-cold, that vague winter wetness clings to everything.
This is of course the way we like it here. It accessorises the rest of the city which post-lockdown appears to be slowly sliding into what remains of the West Melbourne Swamp.
The Melbourne CBD is now as beaten down and vacant as it was in the deep recession of 1990, when the tramways union upped the ante on a strike by parking dozens of trams in the city centre.