goodwill, hot dogs & baklava

liam and i went for a little excursion on monday, the original aim was a hunt for a pair of vintage brogues, the shoe of choice for my impoverished student. i would prefer him to be wearing anything at all, so long as he had bought it about six months ago but i dont get to choose, i just get to wait and see him sort out his wardrobe in his own time.
we went to a huge salvos (goodwill) store and i informed the man child that he was about to be educated.
educated he was, there were a few nice bits & pieces but the place is essentially a shrine to junk, an emporium of things people didnt have to heart to throw in the bin.
liam met, for the first time, the old hallway classic, the phone table with seat.

we browsed the LPs and tried on suit jackets and laughed at the dining chairs better than our own.

there was a man seated in a couch, writing notes and reading just as if he was sat in his own lounge room at home, seemingly very comfortable.

eventually, other peoples dust became overwhelming so we decided to go and have lunch at a sydney institution: Harry's Cafe de Wheels

after sitting in the sun and enjoying the diesel fumes & scenic trucks of the princes highway we dropped by the lebanese sweet shop for baklava on the way home.

we never got the brogues, it seems that vintage mens shoes are hard to come by.