If only foxes could fly...

Last day in Melbourne and it was warm and sunny. It is a Bank Holiday because of the Melbourne Cup. We did see lots of Ascot type ladies making their way to Flinders Train station first thing this morning. 
After a Japanese breakfast we caught the tram to the South Bank and walked to and around the Botanic Gardens. One of the paths was closed off because of "roosting flying foxes" On looking up we could see dozens of them in the tree above. They were hanging upside down and every now and again one would open and stretch its wings before folding it up again to look like a bag of dog poop hanging from a tree,
On the way back we popped into the impressive national Gallery of Victoria.
Tomorrow we fly on to Sydney.