yarra-ing with steak

Tonight we ended our modest Yarra trilogy in the heart of Corktown. Our last bottle coming from this Victorian oasis is now gone. A new trip should be scheduled soon.

It was a rainy Tuesday for the most part, so I jumped into my wellies, even if it felt kind of soon to do so.

New art in development was part of my walk on King St. One of the few occasions when an urban highly inconvenient bridge was useful, at least for this artistic effort.