Saturday West Footscray

I have never been to Footscray. Why go there you might well ask? I read about a bookshop on the edge of West Footscray that had a coffee machine and  lots of community events. Why not visit? The bookshop and the people were all lovely. And the coffee was good.  It was full, so they must have been providing a good service.   I had taken the train there and walked over 1km I think . After my coffee and pottering amongst the bookshelves,  I got the train back to Footscray but after walking for about 5 minutes in what I thought looked the direction of the main shops , I decided to give up . I was not comfortable in the surroundings.

 I chatted  to a lady going to the Caulfield Cup on the train. Seeing the people dressed for the races on the train reminded me of my first trip to New York. I got the train from the Lincoln Centre back to my apartment about 4 or 5 stops north along Broadway. 11.30 pm, there were musicians busking on the platform playing tunes from the opera i had just been to,. The train was packed with very well dressed people. I had to stand, along with many others. My nose was almost in a lady's fur coat.