Melbourne

I'm not cool enough to live in Melbourne. It's so hipster it hurts. You want to hate it, really you do. But then the sun is shining and the people are kind and the sky is blue and you just.can't.hate.it. So you settle by taking pictures of everything and imagine your life in this expensive city on the opposite side of the world.

And you wish you had things like a baguette vending machine: 

And the mega gourmet doughnut shop down the road from your mega trendy Air BnB:

Or you wonder what would happen if you guerilla yarn bombed your city:

With its cathedral spires touching the blue, blue sky:

And the markets selling their trendy, trendy cacti: 

And then you get glimpses of the clean air and want to cry when you realise you're going back to China sooner than you want to: 

But your friends are getting married so you have a proper knees up, hybrid American, Greek-Australian style:

And life is marvellous.

The next day, just to reinforce the hipster, you make your way to Queen Victoria Market, a bastion for all products of the animal, vegetable and mineral (and vegan) variety. The place is teeming with tans and good vibes.

This places make you never want to leave.

Ever.