Without fail, a City is always a busy place. Even through the people bustle on the opposite side of the street here in Australia, by the time the weekend rolls around, you need a break. This weekend, the sun was shining, the breeze was cool, and we were in need of some peace. We took our bikes, and headed to the Royal Botanic Gardens in Melbourne.
Entering into the gardens, we quickly realized we forgot something–a picnic. Apparently the gardens were the hottest place to be. With blankets lining the banks of small lily pad ponds, young couples and families sipped on champagne and strawberries. In the distance, we were witnesses to 2 weddings. Happiness quite literally flooded the garden.
Meandering down the paths that wound through the gardens, flowers were blooming and exotic birds loudly tweeted their unique pitches in the distance. Overall, it was rather the opposite of what all of our poor friends in Montreal & Chicago were experiencing under inches of snow and ice. Energized to discover the gardens, we were continuously tempted by the benches we walked past. Covered by foliage, the benches were like small plant huts, where you could take cover from the hot mid-day sun and the screeching of children. Overall, our stroll turned into rather a treasure hunt discovering small secret gardens and their corresponding little benches where we could hide from the world.