via flickr.com
This morning: coffees, pancakes, and a tour of the Rocks Market, where I proceeded to eat virtually everything sold by every vendor in attendance. I do not regret eating the buttered roasted corn on the cob or the lamb sausage and onion sandwich … but ice cream twice today was likely taking things too far.
A hop-on, hop-off bus tour made it easier to get to everything from Kings Cross (where we saw a muscular cross-dresser in a peppermint miniskirt walking her dog) to the Botanical Gardens (where I made the delicious photo that heads this entry). Of interest in the gardens were the flying foxes — millions upon millions of them — that have taken to roosting in (and destroying) the trees. You can see more of them in the most recent photos posted to flickr.com.
We are about to head out for our final dinner in Sydney (Thai, probably, at a place recommended by Urban Spoon), one last stroll around the Quay, and, after that, it's bed time … and time to head for the airport first thing in the morning.
It's very strange to have something I've looked forward to for so long to suddenly be little more than photos, stories, and memories. But there are good photos, stories, and memories, and that, in the end, must count for something.
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