|It seems to me that, once people are actually in the forecourt of the Sydney Opera House, they cannot believe their eyes and their good fortune. A bit like wandering The Mall, and wow, there is Buckingham Palace. Or standing aways down the Champs-Elysees, and wow, there is the Arc de Triomphe. |
And there are no cars. Very few in the forecourt, none around the foreshore.
The entire Sydney Cove thing still blows my brain each and every time I wander down there.