It’s amazing that some places that are iconically Australian can sometimes feel like it doesn’t belong here at all. As you sit at a pavement cafe on Jonson Street on a humid, sweltering evening, listening to the foreign accents, checking out the artsy hippie shops next door, watching barefooted tourists wandering past, there’s a distinct feeling that you’ve suddenly been transported to Thailand.

It’s amazing that some places that are iconically Australian can sometimes feel like it doesn’t belong here at all. As you sit at a pavement cafe on Jonson Street on a humid, sweltering evening, listening to the foreign accents, checking out the artsy hippie shops next door, watching barefooted tourists wandering past, there’s a distinct feeling that you’ve suddenly been transported to Thailand.