In the end the tour itself went quite well, given the short timeframe to think about a one-hour route that would pull together a selection of a dozen or so signs. I was lucky that the Indian Root Pills sign had been uncovered in the area this week (see previous post). We went there first, and then on to a selection of other local signs. In the end the tour took two hours all up, ending up at a North Carlton French bakery, an former grocery covered in exposed and preserved ghost signs for food and soap. Here the journalist took her leave and caught the tram home, and the cameraman snapped his last pics for a gallery of ghost signs, after I failed to convince the shop assistants to wave for the camera through the window.
A car is a good environment to discuss topics at length, and I talked quite a lot about ghost signs and what they could mean. It will be interesting to wake up tomorrow morning and see how the story turned out, what angle was taken by the journalist, and how the gallery looks. I hope they don't use the pic they took of me though.