A blog of grumpiness, stilts and skin.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Northbridge night cafe

Yesterday afternoon I noticed that 138 James Street had had a lick of beige paint, and was no longer lurid pink.

Although the colour had changed, the land use apparently hadn't. For out front, in the back seat of a yellow Torana, a lady was slipping into her night attire.

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