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The sun was sinking behind the city skyline and, being weary, I was simply not fast enough to catch that stunning woman as she walked into Forbes-And-Burton. It is a grand little cafe, on the Darlinghurst ridge, immediately before the tumble down into East Sydney. All these inner city areas are pocket-handkerchiefs.
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They are still over there, nattering, fiddling with their hair, occupying a table for yonks with only a coffee a piece. And here I am over beside the out-of-view National Art School, which began life as the Darlinghurst Gaol.
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They pay no matter as I sidle back in their general direction, except this time looking along Burton Street in the general direction of St Vincent's Hospital, along the route of the 389 bus.
Whereas Kings Cross is sleazy, Darlinghurst is merely shabby. I have just moved GPs, from Edgecliff to Darlinghurst. Feel more comfortable with shabby than with spic'n'span.
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12 comments:
Interesting post.
Speaking of the first picture: the glimpse is just what we need!
An art school that used to be a gaol, Julie? Sounds somewhat inauspicious for the inmates, I mean art students!
Love your photographs, as usual, my friend.
— K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
such wonderful photos.
I haven't heard that word for ages.
It's such a great word.
Natter.
Regaring my Chippendale brewery shots. They've built a display pavilion on Broadway for the Central Park development. I took the shots from the car park and the pavilion entrance, in front of the hoardings. The images are workers from the old brewery and local residents. Details about them and the artwork appear on the hoarding.
Gee, thanks Jim. I will try to get over there to record it for posterity. I suspect Fatty O'Barrel will smarten up that end of town toot-suite.
Conversation - that's what it's all about. A lovely post. I prefer shabby too... give me shabby any day so long as - hopefully - the shower works.
One wonders why they bother meeting for coffee if they natter to someone else on the phone. Not too shabby photos.
A grand walk through the quarter.
an excellent post, julie. the beauty of the woman disappearing into the shop will forever linger in our imaginations. the social comment on the two girls at the table, with their cells phones and not each other, will unfortunately also linger.
Nattering, nice word. Regarding your previous post I was reading in the SMH on Saturday that foxes are killing chickens in the city ... imagine that, foxes as well as chickens in your action packed suburbs.
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