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The heart of my suburb calls itself a village, which sounds ambitious for a place where the number 59 tram regularly barrels through its centre and aircraft pass overhead, interrupting conversations like an opinionated local.

But it is a village in the traditional sense: everybody knows everybody and nobody’s business remains private for long.

That is part of its charm. Old bungalows, trams, little shops and cafes sit only minutes from the freeway and Essendon Fields Airport. North Essendon feels both old Melbourne…

Read the full article at SMH.COM.AU