The city is like an amalgam of the best of the best of North America and Europe. A lot that is shiny and new integrated with a lot that is quaint and old. But it has its own distinctive style. The language, cultural references, flora and fauna, and temporal and geographic isolation from North America and Europe make it seem like some odd, wonderful, parallel universe. Things seem very familiar yet very different at the same time.
In the early evening as we would walk back to our hotel we were amazed by the number of joggers out and about. It was as if every Melbournian hurried home from the office, changed into running gear, and hit the trails. And these weren’t really casual jogs either, these people really keep up the pace.
The Melbourne system uses a variety of rolling stock that includes quaint old street cars to the most modern tram cars and everything in between. Not only is the tram system far quieter than buses, but they emit no exhaust, and, well, they just look pretty.