Does an outing ever feel more like a pilgrimage than sightseeing? As we scour travel blogs and tourism websites looking for activities that interest us, some places are recommended as the best in the world. One time was in Cape Town, South Africa almost two years ago. We traipsed across the city admiring architecture, street art, and gardens on our way to Truth Coffee for the best coffee shop in the world.
Last week in Melbourne, we set out for the best croissant in the world and the best book store in the world. We found the first at Lune where we waited in a line that ran around the corner. After our croissants and coffees, we headed over to Readings. It is smaller than I expected, but apparently with very loyal clientele, many arriving on bicycle.
How do I feel? First, I enjoyed these experiences. The service, the professionalism, the attention to detail can really take the ambiance to another level. Second, I wonder how a place can be judged “best in the world.” My mind does not work that way. Even making a top ten list for me is difficult. Third, no place is perfect, each has its character both positive and negative. This frequently depends on my frame of mind rather than the venue itself. Fourth, after so much travel, I still enjoy searching out the well known places and the hidden gems.
The banner in this post consists of posters from some of the many Australian Rock’n’Roll bands in the last 50 years. An exhibition at the Arts Centre Melbourne dedicated a gallery to memorabilia and video memoirs of the music scene in Australia.