Footsteps away, the everyday gathers at Kew Junction. Cafes open early, grocers set out fresh produce and the walk to the shopfronts become familiar over time.
By afternoon, chatters and running footsteps from the nearby private school precinct add a sense of vibrancy to the area. As evening dawns, the neighbourhood settles again. Light fades through the trees, the streets grow still and the day transforms into a serene night.


A fleet of heritage timber that has been a constant on the Yarra since 1863, carrying a century of Sunday morning memories.

Today’s slow wanderings follow the same sun-dappled paths carved by those who walked Alexandra Gardens.

A shaded path winds along the river’s edge, and the city feels momentarily distant.

Dogs are tugging at their leash, eager for the scent of grass.











