Another memory/impression I have of Punt Road is the contrast and relief I feel when I leave the gridlocked, high stress, crowded Punt Road. I turn left into East Melbourne and suddenly I'm in a quiet, 'safe' village where there is time and space and I can relax. It's like driving into a country town.
I was thinking about Punt Road – a place between places with everyone in their bubbles – and thinking many of the memories arise when people break out of their bubbles; e.g. the couple who exchanged phone numbers; the bus that broke down, which people had to push; my grandmother abusing the horse driver; the shared experience when the Beaconsfield miners were freed.
Are there significant moments where people stay in their bubbles?