Our Melbourne morning ritual was coffee from the little bolthole Brother Baba Budan (above), take-away toast from some place whose name we can’t remember, oopsie (marmalade on sourdough for Madame Mitchell, butter on multigrain for Madame Dent) and onto the tram to the Malvern Town Hall for the Magnolia Square markets. Drop in to 359 Little Bourke Street for the creamiest of cremas, the chirpiest of earlybird baristas and to count just how many lovely-looking Melbourne boys wear navy pea-coats and striped scarves (thank you Breakfast Out for the image).
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