Downyflake Doughnuts!! I spent many an hour with my face pressed to the window watching the doughnuts fall into the oil and then the sugar.

Do you know I never saw one escape!! Never a one! So scary!!

Further down a little mechanical man tapped on a window -- down near where I went to the Banjo Club. Then there were all those places that sold artificial legs and noses and trusses and bedpans.

I loved looking in those windows.

I reckon it was those shops that lead me towards a nursing career. Trusses were a bit old-fashioned by then but I saw lots of bedpans.


You're quite right Rowan -- there was that kind of romance on Swanston Street -- earlier on before the crowds and the rush and hurry.
Cheers, Joy