About 2 weeks ago, I was deeply convinced that Wellington was truly the city of free expression, but now that I have wandered the streets of dear old miss Melbourne, my mind has completely changed. Melbourne takes freedom of expression to a new level, and advertises this in the form of allowing people to play buckets and used kitchen equipment as drums on the corner of a busy consumer street.
Walking into the main city centre is always an exciting experience, especially when you exit via the central city subway. After inserting your metlink card into the machine, watching it gobble it up and spit it back out, you go up these elevators and the feeling that comes over you is extremely overwhelming. It's as if you are waiting for a treat and the city doesn't fail. There's entertainment on every corner and lots of interesting people to meet, whether they are rude or kind.
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