Yeah, I just posted this morning. But I'm waiting for my phone to juice up before I head to Oxford St. V tells me that once I'm there, I'll be staying there for the rest of the day.
But first: Bicyclists riding in the street is less common, and riding on the sidewalk more common, here in Sydney. Less space, less visibility.
But second: I finally went to the eatery nearest me, the Vintage Cafe, and it's bomb! It's in the running for the best meal I've had here. Fun fact: the proprietor is from South Africa, judging by his accent and the way he marinates his chicken in piri-piri. (I wouldn't know what that is if Ex weren't such a foodie.)
On to pics! I went nuts and shot up the street art, not least for![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
staxxy.
Unidentified flowers right behind my apartment.
A stag horn fern, also right behind my apartment. These are definitely indoor plants in Seattle, and even in Florida my dad pampered his.
The alley behind my apartment. I'm recalling a horrible heat wave recently here in Australia during which the local birds stopped singing; I don't recall if the heat killed any, but I wouldn't be surprised. Global warming has arrived, and these Aussies know it. (Gotta love the grammar correction.)
Giant weird flowers across the street from my apartment.
Spiky weird flowers across the street from my apartment.
Another "Yes" sign referring to the same-sex marriage referendum, this time in lights threaded through the wrought iron balcony railing. I haven't seen it at night because I haven't been awake much at night.
The office of the local minister of parliament. She's got my vote.
There's a bar around the corner called the Gurdy, and the easy-to-miss twisty driveway that leads to its back entrance is a riot of some pretty good street art. The series:
Time for another series, this one covering one block, wrapping around a corner, and continuing on:
And a few doors after that:
Moar art.
Still more art. I cut off an Aboriginal flag at the bottom right, darn it. The references to India may have something to do with the yoga studio around the corner.
Sniffling and eye-rubbing like a beeyotch. I wonder if one of these lovely, freaky flowers is having non-consexual sex with my orifices.
But first: Bicyclists riding in the street is less common, and riding on the sidewalk more common, here in Sydney. Less space, less visibility.
But second: I finally went to the eatery nearest me, the Vintage Cafe, and it's bomb! It's in the running for the best meal I've had here. Fun fact: the proprietor is from South Africa, judging by his accent and the way he marinates his chicken in piri-piri. (I wouldn't know what that is if Ex weren't such a foodie.)
On to pics! I went nuts and shot up the street art, not least for
staxxy.
Unidentified flowers right behind my apartment.
A stag horn fern, also right behind my apartment. These are definitely indoor plants in Seattle, and even in Florida my dad pampered his.
The alley behind my apartment. I'm recalling a horrible heat wave recently here in Australia during which the local birds stopped singing; I don't recall if the heat killed any, but I wouldn't be surprised. Global warming has arrived, and these Aussies know it. (Gotta love the grammar correction.)
Giant weird flowers across the street from my apartment.
Spiky weird flowers across the street from my apartment.
Another "Yes" sign referring to the same-sex marriage referendum, this time in lights threaded through the wrought iron balcony railing. I haven't seen it at night because I haven't been awake much at night.
The office of the local minister of parliament. She's got my vote.
There's a bar around the corner called the Gurdy, and the easy-to-miss twisty driveway that leads to its back entrance is a riot of some pretty good street art. The series:
Time for another series, this one covering one block, wrapping around a corner, and continuing on:
And a few doors after that:
Moar art.
Still more art. I cut off an Aboriginal flag at the bottom right, darn it. The references to India may have something to do with the yoga studio around the corner.
Sniffling and eye-rubbing like a beeyotch. I wonder if one of these lovely, freaky flowers is having non-consexual sex with my orifices.
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Date: 2018-03-03 03:30 pm (UTC)From:I love all the street art!
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Date: 2018-03-03 11:13 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2018-03-04 11:47 pm (UTC)From:also, SO MUCH SQUEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*runs around making muppet arm flailing of joy*