Break from Brunswick: Hobart

I grew up in Tasmania, on the North West Coast, in a small town called Penguin. Then we moved to Hobart, where I attended Hobart Matriculation College for one year and then went to University of Tasmania in 1972. I completed a Bachelor of Arts, majoring in German and Political Science and then did an Honours year in German. Then I left.
Re-visiting Hobart is like exploring past times, both my own and those of the island.

Glew Street recycling

I happened to have my camera when I came across this most recent example of Brunswick style recycling. The grand old armchair had clearly seen better days. There were alarming bulges in the seat, and the wood, although solid, was battered. The attached sign read: “Free to good home. Speculation for accumulation. Invest a few dollars and then resell at a profit.” Obviously, the message had resonated: a young man was already loading it into his truck, with help from the former owner. “It went like that”, said the older man, clicking his fingers.

Lygon Street East Brunswick shopping precinct: Gelobar

Amarena, Anguria, Malaga, Torrone, Fragola, Lampone…. These are not exotic destinations, but just some of the flavours of the icecream available at the Gelobar on Lygon Street. I like to call in there when I go for a walk, and just get a kiddy cone for $2. I still haven’t worked my way through even half of the varieties. On a hot day, there are queues waiting to buy the delicious gelati, and the tables on the sidewalk and in the cool interior are packed. In the colder months, the beautifully crafted cakes are probably more popular. They are a feast for the eyes as well as the tastebuds. Their website is also a feast.