I love a good named building. I mean the kind where the name is carved out of stone, or painted on, rather than on a big neon sign. When we lived in Melbourne I liked the way lots of the terrace houses had names; I collected the ones that were named after New Zealand places. The only ones I can remember now are Clyde and Kaiapoi. We lived in one called Rathdowne I think, for all of one night, before we ran away with all our belongings on the tram...but that's another story!