Bringing the cute.

Still digesting the previous evenings delicious Thai dinner, along with the bitter aftertaste of Origin - we decided on a trip to the Museum. We made our way down William Street - its face-reddening chill becoming a familiar sensation - and waited for the No. 35, City Circuit tram. Once on board, Joshie decided to woo each new group of passengers that sat down at each successive stop - including an elderly Chinese man, a pair of young girls, as well as a Nordic lass with a bit of a head cold (amongst others). Coy hand-waving and all, we disembarked and made our way to the Museum, stopping to take a ridiculous number of photos of the fountain in Carlton Gardens.



The dinosaur exhibit proved most popular, although Lily quite enjoyed pressing the button that lit up a photo of someones insides in front of random strangers. We partook of some lunch at the Cafe, where we were 'entertained' by a one foot-tall kiddie who insisted on flinging the large glass doors to the bitter cold open at every given opportunity.



After we'd had our fill of education and pram-congested passageways, we made our way back to the tram stop. Several minutes had passed when I suggested we simply make our way along Lonsdale Street to our apartment. By the time we had reached the first intersection, we noted the Number 35 go cruising past. Wails of displeasure abounded from the children (a faint grinding of teeth from Jen), but I think we made good time back to Little Bourke Street.

We braved the elements this evening, and ate dinner out in Hardware Lane (my assumption is that Bunnings would be located in Entree Boulevard). Josh commenced waving and smiling at surrounding patrons and staff alike, although had moments of red-faced, back-arching tanties too. It was a great meal and a lovely evening - Hamish even provided an alfresco Jazz band some impromptu dance moves on our way home, much to the amusement of random diners.