I was on my second serve when I recalled that Mr Hayward's drum kit had regularly featured a stuffer cartoon Tasmanian devil, a stroke of serendipity that hadn't influenced the buying decision but provided an uplifting antidote to the coincidence of our arrival at the Markets with Richie's only lead vocal credit turning up on the iPod playlist.
After lunch the crowd in the arcade was growing since it was getting towards lunch time for normal people, so we obviously needed to be somewhere else and a perfectly good somewhere else lay a few stops along the tram line at Darling Harbour.
We alighted at the Convention Centre, and strolled around the Maritime Museum (which has duly been added to Hughesy's list of things I need to take a proper look at), noting a Vampire class destroyer, an Oberon class submarine and smaller craft including the Krait and a Vietnamese refugee boat
, all of which were open for (paid) inspection.
The previous day's walk through the CBD brought unfavourable comparisons to downtown Melbourne’s back alleys and interesting nooks and crannies. While Sydney may have a partial equivalent around Paddington or elsewhere it wasn't in evidence anywhere we'd been. Melbourne, however, has nothing to compare to the Harbour and we were lucky enough to catch it on a magnificent day under blue skies we'd apparently brought with us.