Louisa Street, Summer Hill on Sunday, 27 September 2020

This street has a village feel to it. The first house at the corner features a Roman-style basin with an unhappy-looking lion face.

Doors are open, people are chatting at their front doors. Two friendly dogs, who were just a moment before sitting in a photogenic position on the verandah, turn around to come closer to the fence to look at me. In one front garden, a very sad stone man is playing a string instrument with one finger. There are offerings on a low brick wall, some stones and a golden wire crown. At the end of Louisa Street is a shop that was once a news agency, faded Herald Sun banners still visible. Now it is a local art school. Closed on Sundays. They have old-fashioned Anzac biscuit tins in the window.