Sydney Day 5

City of Sydney is led by Lord Mayor Clover Moore who has been quite a success. I suppose you could describe her as populist green leaning and gay friendly. This is Clover. 

City of Sydney uses this brilliant public seat design. The bench is as comfortable as a wooden seat can be and can only be described as modern and elegant. Praise to the seat designer and Clover for choosing wisely.

While it is just a couple of hundred metres away from where we usually stay, we had never visited Sydney Museum. It's free and a nice place. It is nothing on the scale of Melbourne's Museum but big is not always better. This photo is looking down from the top gallery.  

Filled with diffused natural looking light. 

One stunning lamp.

I don't know if they are a taxidermy work or models but the bird display was brilliant. I will return in the future just to see the bird display at a very slow pace. 

The crocodile looks hungry. Trivia: Australia doesn't have alligators but it does have an Alligator River.

We passed by huge historic photo panels in College Street. If I cared a bit, I would identify the locations for you. I don't. 

Bloomin' jacarandas. 

While R rested, I took a trip on the 389 bus to Bondi Junction. The 389 used to follow the whole of the old Bondi via Bellevue Hill tram route but has now been truncated to Bondi Junction. It was a good trip, twisting and turning, climbing and descending but I caught the more direct 333 bus back. It was horrible and I'm sure it took longer, with a new driver taking over at the Waverley bus depot who faffed around for about five minutes. Cap off, put in backpack. Cap back on. Adjust this, adjust that. Slow right down as you approach green light to ensure it turns red as you arrive. I called R along the way, expecting him to missing me terribly. Nope! Here he was outside a cafe, scoffing his face while I starved to death. 

More Riley Street jacarandas.

Look, an ashtray. We had a drink at a pub before we went for dinner. I didn't see anyone smoking but apparently you can. How extraordinary is smoking indoors. Not permitted in my state. 

We walked to the pretentiously named World Square, with me remembering it as being a big hole in the ground for so many years. We pondered over the menu at an Indian restaurant for a while until we found this, a plate each. The bottom dish were Indian sweets.  It was just the most perfect meal. I went light on the roti. I know how filling it can be. 

Some old dude cropped out of the photo. The last time? we were in Sydney, this restaurant had just moved across the road from its former location. It had yet to obtain its liquour license 😒. No problem this time. 

We trudged up the Liverpool Street hill back to our hotel and took a rest photo stop at the war memorial.