Cairns city is beautifully kept. Gardens between lanes of traffic are lush; garbage tins are decorative with sea-theme cutouts or spectacular photos; benches are mosaiced; public toilets are bright with underwater images; luminous information panels sport archival photos or photos of natural splendours; the bus shelter (where I spent too much time because I can't read a timetable) has a transparent roof with the imprint of fronds or sea blobs; there are quirky signs to make you smile; and the occasional piece of street art. The sky, sometimes cloudy, sometimes clear tropical blue, is shaped by the silhouettes of street palms. Even fallen flowers and buses with their pictorial advertising are attractive. I love Cairns.