We arrived a few hours ago and already have been out and around town taking pictures of old buildings: the old post office, court house and other government buildings.
The dates of origin are etched into these beautuful brick and stone structures. I do not know if the one who built them ever imagined they would be used for boutiques and antiques and cafés a hundred years later. It is nice they are being put to good use because we get to go inside and see them.
Enjoying the 19th century architecture. In Victoria, people refer to themselves as Victorians, so I have to use the term "19th Century" as a historical reference.
The weather is dismal but I am taking pictures and getting a much out of the day as I can.
We are staying at a guest house owned by someone I grew up with. She still seems as young as the day I met her. We both have the same number of children and grandchildren and have been married the same number of years.
A few scenes inside her guest house.
A couple of Angela's antiques.
If you go to Angobys be sure to mention you saw their business card here.
A few more views of her newts teacup.
Now for some houses in the neighborhood.
Looks like this one has a guest.
It is cold and windy, foggy, rainy here, just like home.
Angela and I knew each other when we were teenagers because our parents were friends when we all lived in Tasmania. Her mother told her she must make friends with me because I was a foreigner and she knew I would be lonely. She and I are the same age, married the same amount of years and have the same number of children and grandchildren, and share the same religious values. One of her children has 6 children who are being homeschooled.
We are in the ruby room
A few things have turned red since I last saw them