One of the early governors Australia was a man named MacQuarie, and we were told his poor wife was often homesick for England. Evidently, she would go to a particular spot and watch for ships coming from home. She wanted letters, gossip, or something that demanded her urgent return. Anyhow, this is the view from her spot.
From there, we drove around a little more. Our bus driver knew just about every building in town, including the backstory of each one. Because there was such a light traffic, I think he added some extra buildings to the tour. We went across the famous Sydney Harbour Bridge, then I think we went under it.
We did take a little extra time on Bondi Beach. It was a really beautiful place, drawing a fair number of people, even in the middle of winter here. Because I so enjoyed making that speeded-up film the other day, I tried another one here.
We were all dismissed for a little while so we could go and find some lunch, but we had to meet with our tour group in the afternoon so that we could see the famous opera house. That tour was amazing, and the short Australian man in charge had a self-effacing manner that was similar in my mind to a Woody Allen persona.
There were points in the tour where he wished he was taller, then spoke of his poor self-confidence. It was all quite amusing.
When that tour ended, we were apparently quite behind schedule. Brigitte seem to be in a tremendous hurry to get us to the national opal museum.
Cas and I passed on a purchase at the opal museum, opting instead to leave and find a bottle shop on the way back to our hotel. Australians sell wine at bottle shops. As it turns out, there is one directly across the street from our hotel. After a walk of that magnitude, and nice shoeless time drinking wine seems appropriate.
We have to wrap it up and get the shoes back on our feet soon, though, because this evening's dinner will be on a boat in the Sydney Harbour.
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