Today R suggested a plan. He wanted to see an exhibition at the Art Gallery of New South Wales and how could we visit Sydney and not take the ferry to Manly? He had a point.
More consultation of bus details. Ok, the 441 bus comes to the city from Birchgrove and every second bus goes to the Art Gallery. We catch the bus in Park Street. The driver kindly checked that we really wanted to turn left and not continue down William Street. I noted that the 389, North Bondi via Bellevue Hill could be caught from here too. The stop for the gallery was a short distance past, so as we walked back we took in the nice views of Woolloomooloo's Finger Wharf. (THAT word I had to correct of course)
This is a very nice smallish fountain near the bus stop where we waited.
I was not so impressed with the exhibition called Intensely Dutch. Abstract.... I no like mostly. But we wandered around and looked at other works too. There were a decent number of Sydney Nolan's paintings.
We then walked through the Botanic Gardens. While they are very different to Melbourne's, they are just as impressive. Not sure though about the Cahill Expressway going through the guts of the gardens. A very courageous decision Minister. The Governor's flag was flying so she appeared to be at home at Government House, but she hadn't sent us an invite, so instead we passed by the Conservatory of Music and out into Bridge Street.
This odd but appealing sculpture was located just outside the gates. Funnily I saw something on tv about it after we returned to Melbourne. It needs wind to work properly and there was little that day.
We made our way down to the Quay and boarded the ferry to Manly. While I have been on the Manly ferry maybe ten times, this is the first time I noticed that, unlike the other smaller ferries, it is double ended. The Narrabeen does not have to reverse out and change direction. I assume the other Manly ferries are the same. No wonder I have been vaguely confused in the past. The trip was smooth until the near the heads where as per usual, there is some fun rock and rolling.
We alighted from the ferry. I did my good deed for the day by reuniting two gay German tourists. I did not recall aggressive touts outside the Corso cafes, but they are there now. We were going to eat there but R had some instinct to continue on. He was right. Along South Steyne were better places. We had some lunch and then took a walk northwards. Very pleasant and heaps of people lunching on sandwiches, reading books and papers and enjoying the sunshine. I took this photo from opposite where we ate. Not so interesting, but I like it.
Ahhh, where has Manly Beach gone? Temporary barriers were up and more permanent steel ones were being installed. Seems a king tide and bad winds had taken away half of Manly Beach.
Walking leisurely back along the Corso, we stopped off to buy Little Jo a Manly tee. Why do kiddie sizes jump from 2 to 4? What happened to 3? I expect the 4 size tee will fit her. It cost $25 for such a tiny bit of fabric, and then the bastard shop wanted to charge a credit card fee. Hello, we are Australian tourists, not foreigners. We paid cash and made our displeasure known. It is an excellent quality tee shirt for her to grow out of in a couple of months.
Michael Jackson had died that morning. I liked him before he went weird. I read it online before the tv morning shows picked it up. We had to watch atrocious morning tv as there wasn't any AM radio reception in our hotel. By 6.30 pm we were already over MJ's death. This shop amused me and and a music shop on the Manly Corso was playing MJ music loudly.
Back onto the Narrabeen to the Quay and train from Quay to Museum. I would like to say we went for a swim and spa, instead I just went and took photos.
While we can walk quite well on the flat, for us from Melbourne, hills and stairs are hard work. Our day had been quite flat walking, so for dinner we had the energy to wander up Oxford Street, stopped at Stonewall a drink and then crossed Taylor Square and went on a bit further. We found a Spanish place called Catina or Cantina. Not sure. Great food. We reminisced about the long gone Green Park Diner. (I thought it was long gone, but it is still very present on google.)
Stonewall for one more drink and home.
If it is still July the fourth in the US, best wishes from down under.