Melbourne for me has a routine. I have travelled there a few times in my life, spent maybe a week there at a time, maximum and had up to 5 year gaps in between. Generally this works pretty well for me, as it means I know my way around well enough to not get myself completely lost, but not well enough to remember exactly where everything is. Like my favourite Melbourne café for example, I know that it is located somewhere in the vague mid section of the city, I know that it is kinda near a couple of arcades that I can almost recollect the names of, and I also know that it looks like the Gringotts building but with better posture.
As for the rest, it remains a mystery.
A treasure to be rediscovered, each and every time.
Just so, it has become my routine, that every time I touch down in Melbourne, be it via train, plane or once even by cruise ship, I allocate the hours at the beginning of my trip to locating Laurent. So habitual is my nature, that I even order the same Croque Mushroom, Soy Latte and Van Gogh Mousse Cake every single time, and every single time it is bliss.