You’re stuck in the Paris end of Melbourne. The rain is holding off. And it’s fast approaching 5pm. What do you do?
Head to the obscure bolted door at 161 Spring St. Impatiently wait for it to open. Sprint up the flights of stairs (all of them – hurry now). Race out onto the terrace and snatch a front table (outpacing any other early birders). Relax now. Take a seat, order a well-deserved drink, and soak up that view. Aah, the Siglo Bar.
[P.S. Sorry about being so bossy before. Just don’t want you missing out.]