Two faces of Sydney

It’s almost winter but the weather is still amazing; the idea of sitting inside all day was too depressing to contemplate so I called up mum and dad and roped them into lunch.

We ended up on Queen Street in Woollahra, which has lots of antique stores and other upscale outlets; the fact that our café was called Crème Anglaise says a lot.
It always provides a good spot to watch the wealthy in their natural habitat and wonder if all those silver-haired husbands get their wives to adjust their Ralph Lauren jumpers around their shoulders just-so before they leave the house.

After that, we decided a drive down to the harbour was in order and I’m glad we did – it’s too easy to forget how gorgeous this city is:


This was taken at Nielsen Park in Vaucluse. The harbour was teeming with yachts – it was slow, silent peak-hour and we guessed there was some sort of regatta underway.
Between the sails and the glittering water and the girl flying a kite and the boy fishing it struck me – once again – how amazing it is to have this so close to the city.

Now, of course, I’m back in HiDarl, where I’m more likely to find sights like this below my bathroom window, like I did two nights ago:


Not that it doesn’t have its own charm…