Thru my Sydney Eye

Yes, Susan, Central Station (aka Sydney Terminal) is still operating as a railway station. Indeed, I think I would put it on my list of i...

Standing at the "top" of Martin Place close to Macquarie Street, looking into the setting sun. The topography is obvious. The buil...

Martin Place, looking across Pitt Street Australia is an irreligious nation. According to the 2011 Census , 61.1% of the people call them...

Instruct your brain to let your eyeballs roam, and very soon this escheresque shape will rotate at will, forwards and backwards. No caffe...

Meandering in behind Martin Place, although I am early and the lanes have recently been hosed, the aroma of fine-roasted flat-white ...

A little while back, I expressed my delight in being a luddite, and showed you the entrance to No.2 Martin Place , now occupied by Pasapal...

Here be the George Street facade of the General Post Office (GPO) whose address is No. 1 Martin Place. However, it is no longer the GPO, a...

Known as 'Little Brother' this clock replaced the original Angelo Tornaghi designed clock in 1878. They both preceded the more wel...

"Paspaley Pearls' on the corner of Martin Place and George Street It is not that I am against progress, I just prefer to live in ...

After four days of relentless, torrential rain, at last today an easing and just a sliver of blue skies. However, early this morning I navig...

Located, as it is, on a glistening harbour and founded, as it was, by convicts, Sydney is a fairly hedonistic place with a populace so laid ...

An earnest folk-singer, in cavernous Martin Place, competes with a “burger with-the-lot”, for the attention of lunch time strollers. Better ...

Before electric lighting became common around 1900, light was provided free of charge by the sun, and at night by candle, lamp, or other fla...

B eing introduced to the term "flaneur" earlier this week, I have taken it to my bosom. The derived meaning by Baudelaire is most...