strangely familiar: Fitzroy

Walking through the streets of Fitzroy means listening to its stories. It truly has a lot to tell. Christmas just passed and so did all the people. It seems to be only you. You and the steampunk beauty, its rich Victorian chic mixed with deterioration and plants you’ve never seen. Suddenly the wind blows hard into your face, your ears, your hair, and all but under your skin. It promotes that the sun is setting. It votes for the coziness of home. You quickly make your way through the v-shaped lanes, the forgotten backyard corridors. It is all strangely familiar. Like a song that tells your story. A song that you didn’t know existed; but as soon as you hear it, you know: you are in tune! It is the lanes of Fitzroy you tune in. Ode to Fitzroy’s lanes!