I've been doing longer walks as part of my hip rehab, and I'm determined to try to get in at least a 2 or 3 kilometer walk each day. Now that I'm back at work after the Christmas/new year break, I'll be looking for back streets I haven't explored yet, however even familiar paths can turn up interesting sights if you keep your eyes open.
I spotted the guy showing off on his new mountain bike but wasn't ready to get the shot. Fortunately he obliged by doing another loop just to make sure his suspension was properly dialed in. At 333 Collins St, an eatery I haven't noticed before occupies the portico, and looks a very nice place to enjoy a meal on a fine day.
The strangest thing that caught my eye however was a dilapidated pair of shoes outside a building in Little Bourke St. It used to house a power station, and while the front of the building has been redeveloped while retaining parts of the original structure, I don't know the current purpose of the rear part where these shoes were. This section presents an imposing, if odd face to the street. There are several sets of tall basalt columns, each supporting a short flight of steps leading to a portico with a blank steel door. There's nothing unusual about a discarded pair of old shoes, but these were place neatly together, the laces undone, just next to one of the entrances. They seemed so carefully placed that my first thought was that they were a permanent part of the grill on which they sat, some sort of bronze street art.
They were, however, just shoes, left perhaps in the hope that room service would collect, clean and return them pristine for the owner's first meeting of the day.
