Sydney sidewalks.

Newtown; waiting for 423

This was one of those perfect days with the bluest of blue skies and the warm sunshine falling in all the right places. The temperature was just right.

It was a Sunday (a perfect day for perfect weather) and we’d had a perfect Sunday breakfast at a perfect Sunday-breakfast place - Urban Bites, even though it got cold where the wind blew. We had: raisin toast (Gen) and French toast dusted with cinnamon powder and drizzled with maple syrup (me), accompanied by our usual coffees.

After breakfast we walked down the length of Newtown, dropped by Gould’s Book Arcade (huge, huge, huge bookstore) and the furniture store next door to it (cute Australian boy/sales person).

Lunch was fish curry and fried broccoli with rice. Eaten while basking in streams of autumn sunlight. Perfect Sunday lunch.

At 4, we left for church. The next 2 hours were happy hours.

It was one of those days that wraps you up in a blanket of complete contentment, where you find yourself walking down the street, silent and smiling to no one and everyone.