The water wall at The National Gallery of Victoria. We had intended to check out the Art Deco exhibit (which looked amazing!), but unfortunately two tired kids (one who had decided to skip his nap) and a gallery full of art lovers don’t really mix. Instead we decided to spare the people of Melbourne and limit ourselves to the foyer, the gallery shop and the water wall.

Kei taught Thomas to hold his hands on the wall with fingers pointing down so that the water didn’t run up his arms.

This was a fun end to a difficult day of walking around the city looking for a place to eat and then a place tofeed the baby and then a place to change diapers. Traveling is definitely not as easy as it used to be but we can always find our own fun – even if we didn’t make it to the exhibit.

We walked up Southbank on the way back to the train and Thomas spent about 20 minutes trying to throw a leaf over the railing only to have the wind blow it back to our side of the fence each time. 20 minutes. See? Who needs world class historical art exhibits? We make our own fun.