Indulge in some memories

Autumn, still very much with us as the crunch underfoot of curled and browned leaves is the soundtrack to my walks at the moment.  I headed into the city on this sunny day for a meander around the shops.  No real intention for any great purchase of significance but a coffee and some eggs somehow made it onto the day's agenda.  Sitting outside in the morning sun at Via Dolce with the orchestrated sounds of Bolero floating over the gelato bar was as good a start to the day as any.  Such an Italian feel to this little corner wedged in amongst the noodle bars and burger joints.  Reminded me of a bygone era of Lygon Street in Melbourne's outer suburb of Carlton.  A recent trip there to indulge in some happy memories amongst the Deli counters left me saddenedd to see that time had moved on without me and the family owned Trattorias under the old Victorian verandahs are all but almost gone.  The replacement Korean Gelato bar just didn't quite have the same vibe!  Oh well.  Grazie per i recordi - thanks for the memories.

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