Shoe-horned between New South Head Road and Oxford street, it is difficult to know where East Sydney ends and Darlinghurst begins.
The bohemia of the 50s has made way for the squalor of the drug scene and the colour of the gay scene. Bohemia is perhaps an outdated term, being replaced by "alternate", a life-style which has migrated to Newtown.
The very haunts of Henry Lawson. Let's try the opening stanza of "Faces in the Streets".
|They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own|
That want is here a stranger, and misery's unknown;
For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet
My window-sill is level with the faces on the street -
Drifting past, drifting past,
To the beat of weary feet -
While I sorrow for the owners of the faces in the street.