Tuesday was hot and sunny. We drove north to Sydney with what seemed like thousands of others heading home after the Easter long weekend. Roadworks slowed traffic to standstill a dozen times. Finally we arrived at our hotel in The Rocks, an area of early settlement that has been quite well-preserved, thanks in part to two idealistic and practical architect friends of ours. The old Walsh Bay wharves have been converted to other uses, such as the Sydney Dance Company studios, expensive private housing, commercial premises and our hotel on Pier One. We checked in, and went out to explore in the sunshine.
We also met an old friend whose children went to school with ours long ago in Arcadia. She now lives in a luxurious apartment on Pier 6/7, where many owners have their huge motor boats or yachts moored alongside. It was great to meet up and chat, so she invited us back the next morning when we could spend more time. After the concert and the bright lights of the city we woke on Wednesday morning to rain. Not just the predicted showers, but good grey set-in rain. After breakfast we walked along the waterfront to visit our friend, and fortunately she gave me an umbrella to supplement the one borrowed from the hotel.
The rain continued as we found our way around the waterfront towards Circular Quay. After exploring a craft gallery and the Museum of Contemporary Art we met another very dear friend for lunch. The afternoon stretched out and another taxi ride took us along Oxford Street to meet more friends in their new city place, where they look over the eastern side of Kings Cross to the Harbour, and into some pretty streets of tiny old terraces.