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January 14, 2011
When we opened the windows in London wed hear the sound of voices below punctuated by the passing rumble of buses, taxis and the occasional delivery truck for one of the local supermarkets. Here in Melbourne we get an altogether different sound. Here its the trams rattling down Market Street or the trains passing over the bridge by the river; the occasional screech of brakes or the helicopters coming in to land on the local helipad. Late at night we hear the party revellers wending their way home. So many different sounds, collectively creating the cacophonous music of the city.