Sun loves Melbourne. In summer it is a harsh and demanding lover. But in autumn, its tender light slowly sheds gold from the trees, as it leaves the town half-naked for winter.
I am off to Sahara, Sahara in Melbourne, Melbourne in autumn. Narrow passage up the stairs, tastefully decorated room, Moroccan restaurant.
Mediterranean tagine, kofta burger and wine. We talk of life, far away places, the past and the future. The wide open window lets autumn in. Our faces, the food and the stories mixed with Moroccan spices, covered in golden light. Autumn sun loves Melbourne the most.