
As soon as the train leaves Perth, you begin to feel how immense Western Australia truly is. The city dissolves, the horizon opens, and the landscape stretches out as if it’s breathing.

Just a few kilometres from Melbourne’s bustling CBD, yet holding a completely different energy — salt in the air, palm trees along the boulevard, street musicians who play better than some concert acts, and that unmistakable Australian blend of laidback and lively.

It was a quiet Sunday in Canberra. As I walked along the winding paths, I noticed how effortlessly the building blends into the landscape. It rests like a curved hill of glass, stone and grass