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How to Find Us If you’re in Toorak Road South Yarra leaving the trophy-encrusted rooms of the English-Speaking Union after a Johnson Society meeting, stimulated but exhausted keeping up with its lively septuagenarians, step south across the road, just to the right of the space-ship-style shiny steel public toilets, follow down into Fawkner Park the sealed path that’s most diagonal, just enjoy… springy turf, big old trees, in avenues - or as what get called specimens - stand-alone monuments, so magnificent they seem magnanimous too, Johnsonian, with Latinate names. If it’s earlier and a week-day, watch for school children in dapper uniform on the way to their first class, saddled with uniform backpacks. Maybe their mother follows them, slower because her youngest’s in a stroller. She’d appreciate a smile, and a remark about her heroism. Small boy on small bike: paused with hand on tree-trunk, pushes off: it’s downhill all the way free-wheel. Coming home this afternoon uphill he’ll need all his pedalling strength. Between the soccer posts observe, in from the bay, a thousand squalling seagulls perform their world-cup-worthy shenanigans. Skirt the tennis pavilion’s courts where the plunk of balls off racquets sounds most days, even in winter drizzle, under bright lights, long into the night. Now you’re getting near us - we’re in the old low block of flats between those stark office buildings. Ring me now, we’ll meet just at the gate from the park. I’ll unlock it, shake hands, maybe we'll hug - come on through. You’ve left South Yarra - this is Melbourne three double-o four. That’s the sound of trams clanging along St Kilda Road beyond. Upstairs with us, you’ll say How quiet, how blest, amidst such good things.