Determined not to let another long weekend pass me by,
I booked the tickets and packed my (er, only) sensible Adidas shoes.
To the land of super-busy people, even busier roads,
And snazzy labels.
Some cities look like copper hardware bits from up high.
Sydney looks like an energy-saving Mirabella display of tiny silver stars.
I'd almost forgotten why I hate taking cabs.
Sydney cabbies have an affinity for rounding the fare up to the next dollar (whether or not it passes the .5).
I don't personally have a problem with tipping-
Except when a 3-minute ride feels like an hour on the Space Mountain.
When we got past the one-way streets and maniac drivers,
I really did like Paddington.
It was a beautiful day to be out,
In a leafy courtyard for brunch, through make-shift stalls in the market, down William Street in search for gems.
Dinner highlight:
Lotus
Note: the address on Citysearch is wrong - it's kind of a little further up/down.
3 days was all I really wanted to spend in Sydney.