Manzel, Amelia and I checked out the new-ish Vietnamese cafe/bar Hanoi Hannah on High St. It was the perfect way to spend the warmest winter day we’ve had this season.
I chowed down on a traditional Vietnamese noodle soup – a fresh beef pho – and topped that off with the juice of a young coconut. Yum!
This delicate little lemon tart was one of the most delicious tarts I’ve had the pleasure of popping into my mouth. It was from the lovely little cafe Spoonful (technically the takeaway bar Teaspoon), I’ve also tried their Reuben sandwich and it was bloody fantastic.
Major suburban intersections are chaos in the sky. I’m always marvelling at the tapestry & detail in the tram wires, especially at corners like this where trams turn.
It looks a bit random on the surface – but I’m sure it’s very precise.
Today I wore a hat.
I love this old-school wait sign, it’s one of the ones I press quite regularly at the intersection of High and Bangs Sts. It’s always amused me that it says WAIT in such a bold type – just in case the little red man isn’t strong enough of a signal.
I am often waiting at this intersection with a cranky baby, desperate to get out of the pram – who tells me in no uncertain terms that she does not want to wait.