So, next time someone asks, “Melbourne is in what county?” just smile and say, “Cook, mate, but you’ll never need it.” Then change the subject to how hard it is to find a parking spot on Lygon Street. Because that’s a relatable problem. County boundaries won’t stop you from getting a parking ticket, but the council zones sure will.
In the end, knowing the county of Melbourne is a bit like knowing the ingredients of Vegemite—fascinating, but you don’t need to recite it at a barbecue. Just nod, drink your beer, and remember that the only border that matters in this city is the one between a good coffee and a great one. And that, my friends, is a county we all belong to.
