They'd arranged to meet a couple of streets away from The Lord Grey and Majorca Flats, and Jason had to walk. In this part of the city, the tram lines ran north-south, and there were none going east-west. But it was only a kilometre or so, at least according to the map Eleanor Cumberledge had lent him. He walked past nineteenth century factory buildings, so much more elegant than modern factories; tiny Victorian terrace houses, which must have once housed the factory workers and their families; grander Victorian or Edwardian mansions (probably for the factory workers' bosses); through streets lined with venerable elms, oaks and planes. Creepers (Honeysuckle, jasmine, and some he couldn't identify) grew in profusion over fences, and most of the minuscule front gardens were little forests, with Japanese maples, miniature palm trees, laurels, cotinus, Pride of India, and most of all, roses, in every conceivable colour except blue. From open doorways or windows there came music: rock; classical; jazz; some of it from recordings, but a few times it was live. He passed a window where he heard someone singing a solo from Rigoletto. If he hadn't heard her stop and repeat a section, he would have assumed it was a record, so perfect was the singing.
[Image from Australian Terrace Houses]
[Image from Australian Terrace Houses]
Majorca Flats Episodes 1 to 10 Majorca Flats Episodes 61 to 70
Majorca Flats Episodes 11 to 20 Majorca Flats Episodes 71 to 80
Majorca Flats Episodes 21 to 30 Majorca Flats Episodes 81 to 90
Majorca Flats Episodes 31 to 40 Majorca Flats Episodes 91 to 100
Majorca Flats Episodes 41 to 50
Majorca Flats Episodes 51 to 60
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