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| Before Christmas interrupted, I was on a meander through The Rocks, which is a small suburb in the oldest part of the city. A lot has been knocked down over time, and even more has been gentrified. However, the "feel" of its origins - cramped, higgledy-piggledy, impoverished - can still be seen. There are countless laneways, an over-supply of pubs, and numerous squished terraces where the living conditions must have been atrocious, especially if you were down-exposed-drain from others. Many of the demolished premises have their history exposed, with a number of "digs" occurring at snail's-pace. There is much beauty in these stark reminders. |  |