The middle of the day, in the middle of spring.
The temperature hovers around 24C; the breeze a light nor-easter.
Out along Circular Quay, between the ferry wharves and the Opera House, stretches Opera House Walk, bustling with diners at the restaurants and small cafes. Water taxis dock, plying for trade - perhaps a passenger to travel to far flung Watson's Bay.
I watch the people watchers.