We stumbled into Hobart in a Kia Grand Carnival with 70kg of luggage and two tired children. We had risen at 4.30am that morning, unpacked our suitcase at the airport because it was too heavy, flown across land and sea and completed a plethora of forms at the car rental desk. We were in need of food. And coffee.
First stop - tricycle cafe & bar. A small and quirky cafe tucked into the Salamanca Arts Centre. There was one table that was big enough for us. It was taken. But the lovely lady could see we were in need so without any qualms she offered us her spot and wished us a fabulous stay in Tasmania. I'm pretty sure I declared my love for the apple isle right then and there. Tricycle was gorgeous - cute art prints, a bike with a basket and waitresses in denim pinafores. I delighted in a delicious coffee and the very best roast pumpkin/fetta/walnut paste sandwich I've ever eaten. After the last mouthful of a decadent BLT Daniel declared that he did indeed feel human again.
We spent a few days in and around Hobart, visiting MONA (apparently it's quite common for people to fly into Hobart for the day just to visit the gallery!), walking through the city streets (dotted with antique stores and cafes) and eating delicious fish & chips at Salamanca. It's a city where sandstone meets the sea; it's small scale with beautiful views and the cleanest, crispest air.
Here are my must-sees in Hobart - feel free to add your own in the comments section