Most large shopping centres have a row of seats where husbands can be parked while wives shop.
Yesterday, out of curiosity rather than a need to shop, Catherine took Mary and I to Chadstone, a major regional shopping centre in Malvern East, a suburb in the South East of the city. Truth to tell it was the still painful ankle that confined me to the husband park, rather than wifely instruction. Chadstone claims to be the largest shopping centre in the Southern hemisphere. I am always skeptical of Southern Hemisphere claims as they rarely examine claims from the great cities of Latin America. Nevertheless, with 510 stores it is a big place and with the ladies somewhere in the distance I made a slow journey through some of the closer parts of the mall.
There is a certain sameness to malls everywhere, but I tried to capture the essence of this one.
There are a lot of palm trees, some of which are a healthier colour than others.
I had a look in the only camera shop in the mall, and found no compelling bargains. I went next to the temple of Apple where the uniformed acolytes were waiting to pounce on anyone who came near the entrance. I had a look at large monitors but again, found no compelling bargain.
Looking down into the food court, it looked to be several classes up from most mall food courts. There was no sense of greasy fries and litter. It looked almost civilised.
Then it was back home to rest the leg.