I had reason today to go to a clinic in Milsons Point, which gave me a bit of time to wander around the shore across from the Sydney CBD. It reminded me of this verse from Michael Franks’ Jardin Botanico from Tiger in the Rain, my favourite album of all time:

Fly to the Southern Hemisphere;
Where the sky is clear.
I abandoned the bleak, December chill;
There’s nothing like Christmas in Brazil.
The weather’s completely upside down;
When we touch down.

It’s our turn for winter down here, though while we’ve had kangaroos jumping in snow recently, the sea breeze was far gentler on the coast today. It was quite pretty.

Here’s the view down the street towards the city:

Then having walked under the bridge to the other side:

And waiting for the train trip home: