What a great, great city. I’ve been so metropolis-starved that I was like a kid in a candy store. Spent Saturday afternoon exploring the Darling Harbour area, which is absolutely lovely, with choice shopping. Encountered a very funny fire-juggling street performer.
Saturday night, joined the king of Aussie bloggers Tim Blair, Tex, James Morrow, Jack Strocchi, and the mysterious WogBlogger for a night of debauchery in the Rocks neighborhood. Capital folks all, and I hope to see them all again soon.
Sunday, took a long long walk in the rain from Bondi Junction to the center of town. Passed many interesting shops on Oxford Street. Tried to sneak into a performance of Meistersinger at the Haymarket Theatre with no luck.
Monday, finally did the “expected” Sydney stuff: Opera House first and foremost. It is indeed as grand and gorgeous as it looks in photographs. (Don’t ask me why, whenever I see it, it reminds me of the x-ray a chiropractor once took of a herniated disc in my neck. That’s just me, I guess.) If you’ve never seen pictures of the inside of the SOH, well there’s good reason for that. The lobby looks quite frankly like the inside of a particularly dingy subway station: dark, stony, and gloomy, miles away from the Met’s excessive red velvet and gilt.
Also saw the Harbour Bridge and Circular Quay, and walked around the Rocks once more. Ate lunch in a bakery with two enormous photos of the staff posing with that most ex- of American ex-presidents, Bill Clinton.
Passed some time in the Queen Victoria Building, which is one of the nicest shopping centers I’ve ever had the privilege of being in. As usual, you can smell the Lush shop from 20 feet away.
Arrived back at Central Station for the 3-hour bus ride to Canberra, feet mightily sore but very happy.
(I have a ton of pictures in my digital camera, but unfortunately I can’t get them out without the software. I shall try and post some soon if I can.)