Ahh…don’t you just love Sunday mornings?
I am so very much a morning person. I always have been and I always will be. Mind you, come 4am starts at work next week and that might very well change!
My usual routine on a Sunday is to get up early and find a place for breakfast. I must admit to being a bit of a breakfast hussy – I love to schlep around and experience the myriad of different places Melbourne has to offer. We just do breakfasts too well I think.
Anyway, this Sunday I jumped on a tram and headed over to the Queen Victoria Market for a wander.
Breakfast d’jour was a loaf of a deliciously fruity bread, filled with chunks of fig and apricot. I also purchased a wedge of fresh ricotta cheese, a cafe latte, and sat down outside with my newspaper. I don’t think you can start a day better than that!
After a slow stroll through the market (can you believe figs are now $10 a kilo!), I met up with [M] and we headed down to Federation Square to partake in the Russian Pancake Festa.
Unfortunately one had to wait in line for over an hour for the pancakes, and I really couldn’t summon the patience of Jove on such a sunny day. It wasn’t long until we were lured in the general vicinity of the Russian beer tent. After sampling some of that brew (which I found tasted rather flat), we moved over to Transport and spent the rest of the afternoon lazily drinking chilled Asahi and munching on salty hot chips.
