High up on the eastern ridge overlooking the city, Kings Cross is the angled intersection of Darlinghurst Road with Victoria Street.
Kings Cross is a doddle during the day. Yet, the evening news carries images of drunks wrestling in gutters, and a young police-woman bashed to within an inch of her life. Not to mention the horrors of 'glassing'. But during the day, I watch as the elderly and the painfully thin, infirm young, wend their way across Fitzroy Gardens to the IGA or the local Centre-Link to lodge a complaint about their pension.
In 1963, when I was 15, I walked Darlinghurst Road with my parents to find a way to celebrate the end of one traumatic year and the beginning of another. Naive, conservative citizens, we flocked to admire the newly installed 'El Alamein Fountain'. Rather than show the seedier side of the suburb, here are two icons of Kings Cross that hark back to that gentler time, the fountain and the Coke billboard atop the crossover.