Friday, November 25, 2011

Get Layered

Woke up hungry so I asked Jayson, the quarky concierge, where a good place to grab some breakfast was and he pointed me down the road to a string of hole in the wall joints. I ended up at a mom and pop joint called Get Layered and had an amazing breakfast. The place was run by a nice Indian couple who started the place up about 8 months ago and they could make a mean eggs benedict.

Decided to stop by the Shrine of Remembrance for post WWI Australian Soldiers as I had heard a lot about it when I was researching Melbourne. At first, it seemed like a simple pyramid shaped monument with a small room on the inside. I was fortunate to walk in just as a tour was starting up so I tagged along. Much to my surprise, there was much more to this monument than met the eye. First, there is a stone in the middle of the room with the inscription "Greater love hath no man". There is a small aperture made in the wall high above this rock and at precisely 11am on the 11th day of the 11th month (Australia's "Remembrance Day") a ray of sunlight shines onto the rock and over the course of a minute, makes it's way across the inscription. Every year, without fail, since 1934. Mind you, no computers were used to calculate such a feat. One man figured it all out. If this wasn't enough, the Shrine had sub-levels with different rooms dedicated to the various units that have fought for Australia. I was very impressed with how much dedication the people of Australia had to their service members. This entire Shrine was built (cost roughly $14.6million today) through money raised by the citizens of Melbourne. That's dedication.


From there I made my way into downtown, came across an Immigration Museum and stopped in for a bit. Nothing much of note here, just a typical museum. While in downtown I tried my luck at The Crown Casino and ended up losing $20 on roulette. I had a sweet tooth after that and came across Roule Galette, a small hole in the wall joint run by a few french guys and offered crepes. Sadly, they did not compare to the crepes I ate almost daily at the base of  the Eiffel Tower in Paris. But what can you do?

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