One thing about living in the heart of a big city is you see a lot of strange things. For example, last week Peter and I walked to the Coles (grocery store) downtown on Sunday night at about 8 pm. Not broad daylight, but not exactly what I would consider prime time for sketchiness. Wrong. We picked out a few items and were just rounding the corner to the self check-out when we saw a confrontation escalating between the store's security guard and another man. This guy had some sort of black pleather apron wrapped around his waist that resembled a toga, so I've been calling him Toga Guy. Anyway, Toga Guy was attempting to shoplift and the security guard had noticed and obviously called him out on it. Instead of doing any number of somewhat rational things, Toga Guy pushed security guy a few times and then started throwing punches. Keep in mind this guy was approximately 110 pounds and not exactly a body builder, but the security guard didn't fight back. Toga Guy eventually ran out of the store with whatever it was he was stealing. The whole thing was bizarre and fascinating. No one seemed to be too concerned with apprehending Toga Guy, which I found a bit odd.

Anyway, fast forward to yesterday. Sylvie and I decided to go to brunch and IKEA in Richmond, a suburb just a few minutes away from the CBD. This story isn't about food, for once, other than to note that Three Bags Full in Richmond has THE BEST avo toast I've had thus far in Melbourne, and that's saying something: