A tram cannot discover every road! To discover every road, one must leave the predetermined roads!
Marriage isn't a tram. It doesn't have to get anywhere.
I quite fancy the 1940s. I like the trams and the trousers.
And always Melbourne, Melbourne, Melbourne, over and over the same photo in glaring greens and reds, of a tram, huffy, blunderous, manoeuvring itself with pole akimbo round the tight corner where Bourke Street enters Spring.
