Dinner for one

Corner of Pitt and Park Streets outside Lowes Menswear shop.

This is my contribution to the Weekend in Black and White community.

Sunday in my City - Potts Point

Sydney Harbour is a drowned valley, a series of scalloped bays sliced from one another by ridge lines that run back up to the plateau of the land mass. This is more obvious on the northern shore of the harbour, man having levelled much of the southern side. From the Bridge, heading East we have:

George Street running down to Dawes Point (Harbour Bridge)
Sydney Cove
Maquarie Street running down to Point Bennelong (Opera House)
Farm Cove
Art Gallery Road running down to Macquarie Point
Wooloomooloo Bay
Macleay Street running down to Garden Island.

The other day, I sauntered (maybe even 'flaneured') from my apartment down Macleay Street.


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Darlinghurst Road magically becomes Macleay St just where the kink is at the Fitzroy Gardens. Kink is a non-subtle word to use around this area! Up until the kink, it is Darlinghurst Road in the suburb of Kings Cross. After the kink, it is Macleay Street in the suburb of Potts Point.


The difference is quite discernible. Kings Cross is all sleaze, single doors opening onto dingy stairs, adult bookshops, and burly bouncers. It is populated by addicts, pimps, whores and crooks all closely followed by coppers. Potts Point is more refined, with terraces built towards the end of the 19th century and quaint post WW2 apartment blocks full of character. It is populated by the ageing bohemians of the '50s, pallid poets, would-be intellectuals, and travellers from distant lands. Not tourists, but travellers!

One could find renewal, a new sense of self, in Potts Point.


A member of the Sunday in my City community.

Cum onnnnnn de train ...

The Premier of NSW is considering putting last year's "big" transport announcement, the $4.8 billion Metro Rail, on the back-burner in favour of investigating an upgrade to the existing "heavy" rail system.


These commuters were hanging about Central Station (aka Sydney Terminus), the hub of the State rail network which is housed in a quaint building at the southern end of the CBD that is reminiscent of an old air-craft hanger. Nothing as grand as Central Station in New York or St Pancras in London or Gare Nord in Paris.

I wonder which proposal our erstwhile commuters would prefer? One that delivers more on-time services, perhaps?

Silence born of boredom

Only a married couple can ignore each other this totally ...

Switching to autopilot whilst I galivant around southern Tasmania for 10 days, returning Monday 5th October.