What is that in the distance?
Hey hey, it is Dick Whittington and Puss in Boots.
This arcade was quite beautiful.
We lunched at a nice enough place on the corner of a modern arcade and the arcade was busy. Where are the people going to or from in the arcade? We investigated. They were going to and from Wolf Lane.
We are now on Murray Street, tick to knowing another street, and at the old telephone exchange.
We went back to hotel on foot. It was not late in the day and we took the time for some rest. That means R having a nap and me on the internet. The street we were staying in, on the edge of CBD is called Mount Street. I never really thought why it would be called Mount Street. It was quite obvious when we took an evening stroll. It is a steep street that leads up to Kings Park. R was grateful for my frequent photo stops. Mount Street is mostly medium rise apartment blocks having replacing grand old houses, but a few of the old remain.
Down this cul-de-sac is Jacobs Ladder, leading down to the river, but the steps are closed for repair.
Perth is half the size of Melbourne or Sydney, yet it has its own traffic issues.
Minimalist and I like it.
Property prices in desirable areas are similar to Melbourne.
There are terrific city views from Kings Park.
Memorial for the Perth victims of the 2002 Bali bombing.
I saw her mug from a long way away and immediately recognised the grumpy visage of Queen Victoria.
If you don't know, this is a Frangipani and the scent is divine.
In the evening we dined at Durty Nelly's Irish pub. It was cheap steak night and our steaks melted in our mouths and were so cheap. But what? You can't wear your flannie to a pub?
We were lucky that it was cheap steak night, and very nice the steak was too.
Best head in town? I take that as a personal slight.
One for Gattina. 'I'll have a Stella', is often heard from the mouth of an Australian.