Monday, 30 March 2015

Get me to the church on time!


The roundabout at the bottom of Macquarie Street north. I am standing close to the security booth at the entrance to the Opera House.

On the right is the collection of swanky apartments collectively known - by riff-raff like me - as the "toaster". On the left is the quarry wall from which much of the sandstone was hewn in 1838 by George Barney and his convict-gang, to construct "semi-circular quay". Atop the sheer sandstone face sits a railing that marks the edge of the Tarpeian Way, between Macquarie Street and Government House in The Domain.

Is this a Cadillac?

Saturday, 28 March 2015

Royal North Shore Hospital - shades of the times


Royal North Shore Hospiatal (see how British we still are!) is the closest public (government) hospital to where I live. I was there yesterday, but arrived by foot rather than ambulance.

I was struck by the contrast of the "new" hospital when compared with the main building of the original 1909 hospital. Both my children were born in this hospital. Indeed, I spent the last month of my second pregnancy in here twiddling my thumbs, because I was losing weight.


North Shore means north of the harbour. Sydney is thought of in terms of north, south, east, and west, each area having its own stigma. This is not definitive, just my take: North is for the well-off middle classes, the professional elites; south is for the would-bees, the cashed up middle classes; east is for the monied-class, who primarily inherited it all from dadda; and, west is the hoi-polloi, the great-unwashed, the aspirational working class.

Hah! Oh boy, is THAT gunna get me into strife ...


Friday, 27 March 2015

People Watch - SOH


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.


Thursday, 26 March 2015

Classified by the National Trust - 83 York Street


"Paul Reader" is a winter sport's store at 83 York Street, in the city. The firm was established in 1956 by Paul Reader, who tried most of the major north-south streets, before settling on York Street in 1987, when son took over from father.

Classified by the National Trust, this ten-storey building was built in 1913 with a brick and sandstone facade. It was refurbished by Lipman's in 2001 and is currently valued at $90m.

The dyadic neon sign caught my eye. They are not much in fashion nowadays, this style of neon sign.

There is a very small winter sport industry in Australia, as the arrival of snow is unreliable, as is its quantity when it does arrive.