Brisbane – 1000 km North Sydney – is the capital of Queensland and the third mot populous city of Australia (after Sydney and Melbourne).
In Australia, city centers are called “CBD”, standing for Central Business District. Brisbane’ CBD lies in a curve of the Brisbane River and early legislation decreed a minimum size for residential blocks causing few terrace houses being constructed in Brisbane.
Recently the density of the city has increased with the construction of apartments, with the result that the population of the central business district has doubled over the last 5 years.
It’s amazing to see how new contemporary architecture encircles historical monuments – Either churches, brick buildings from the Thirties, or “Queenslanders”.
Build before the Fifties, Queenslanders housing feature timber construction with large verandah, high ceilings, and elevated on stumps.
The relatively low cost of timber in South-East Queensland meant that until recently most residences were constructed of timber, rather than brick or stone.
The Melbourne mix was, in my opinion, kind of messy and suffocating. Here, you can breathe. Probably because streets are larger, but also because modern architecture is light, even transparent.
Funny though. Brisbane is the third most populated city. But when I walked there on a Saturday, it looked to me like a Paris empty Sunday. And on Sunday, I felt we were on Christmas Day, I could hear my own breathe…
On Saturday, I went to Myer, a local Department Store, and it was a special sales day. Though, when I entered the fitting room, only five people were standing ahead of me, and I thought I was lucky. But then, I’ve seen other women coming in and leaving immediately, not willing to wait so long before trying on trousers or whatever. In their opinion, queuing in a fitting room was unconceivable. Crazy, isn’t it ?