Where had our shared platter tow nights ago in the upmarket The Terrace in St Georges Terrace.
Another building with castellations.
The first Bishop of Perth. As I said on FB at the time when I used the photo there, he is having a rather ta-dah moment. Note the height of his hand, a little less than hip height. The next time we passed the good Bishop, a lad and lass were acting a little secretively at the statue. Straight away we realised what they were up to. He had his crutch positioned over the hand as his girlfriend took a photo.
On to the doctor's surgery at the Perth Station building. More anti-biotics and I was soon feeling much better. Boy was the doctor expensive though. To see my own doctor I pay $73 and Medicare gives me back $37. This doctor charged $95 and still only $37 back. Had I have had more time, I would have looked for a bulk billing clinic where the patient pays nothing.
Well, here we are at Perth Station. We did not buy an electronic stored value card as we normally do when travelling but just paper tickets. Fremantle is in Zone 2, cost $4.50. $1.80 for R. With the exception of a new line, Perth's suburban system does not run out too far and the simple map above the window was uncomplicated and easy to read. There were audible and visible next station announcements. I was puzzled by all of the trains displaying, stopping all stations including Showgrounds.
It never quite struck me that the sea we saw yesterday is the Indian Ocean. Marvellous. I hope this is not a bridge to get to a train station. It is a long walk.
The train crossed the bridge over Swan River adjacent to the Queen Victoria Street bridge for motor cars. Further upstream is the main Stirling Highway Bridge. It quite a slow trip to Fremantle as the train stopped at every station and the stations are quite close.
Perth's port town of Fremantle is certainly a working port. There are regular complaints in the media about the truck traffic generated by the port and there is a very long term plan to alleviate the matter.
You could snap away all day at old buildings in Fremantle and still not capture them all. This is the Post Office, which amazingly still contains a post office, a rare situation these days. I expect Fremantle with its old buildings survived by neglect rather than intent.
R had been to Fremantle several years ago and seemed more knowledgeable about the town than myself, so I did not do any checking before we arrived aside from the transport. I asked him if the market he wanted to visit was in an old railway shed. He said yes and we headed for the old railway shed and he proclaimed that E Shed Market was not the one he had in mind. Some googling and I found where he meant. It was quite warm as we wandered up Market Street and then South Terrace. We stopped at a bakery near the market for lunch. R did know all about the Cappuccino strip.
Now, being Saturday, Fremantle was very busy. At home I would not recommend a visit to the Melbourne tourist drawcard seaside city of St Kilda and if I was a Perth local, I would probably avoid Fremantle at weekends. The crowds became a little annoying but not nearly as much as the roar of motorbikes. It was hardly a relaxing and peaceful experience and I really wished I had a gun and could take them out one by one. This is probably a re-puposed old hotel. Very nice indeed.
Fremantle Technical School, now Technical and Further Education, TAFE.
The entrance to market is at the side from Henderson Street, which may be a normal street at times but for the weekend, a mall. A busker was setting up. The market was terrific and reminded me of Adelaide's market. It was not too big and everything could be easily seen seen including the quite interesting food area. There was a man selling some plastic hand thrown flying things, one of which he threw out into the crowd and invariably with repeated throws it returned to him. Many white former South Africans live in Perth, and maybe one or two from Zimbabwe, so it was no surprise to see some food they may have eaten in the countries of their birth, and I did not note down the name but as best as I can recall it was something like Drowears. Anyone know?
The busker had a big crowd and we watched for a while, along with several thousand other people.
I'll get to buses later but Fremantle has a free bus service around the city with two routes. There was a bus stop outside the market, so we hopped on the bus and made a circuit of the inner area. I think the nearby High Street coffee strip was where locals might go for their coffee and brunch. I would not blame them for avoiding the very busy South Terrace. Terrific old buildings, one after another after another.
We left the bus at the station and bought tickets for the return journey. R chatted to an English tourist and her daughter who were sitting next to him.
I was poised to take photos of some interesting murals I had seen from the train on the way down, but I missed them. The train, while lovely and cool and clean, only had sideways seats which I really don't like.
I did catch this old sign. Does anyone have a memory of Dingo Flour? A dingo is an Australian native dog like like creature.
We arrived back at the station and I had installed a map of Perth's free CAT bus routes on my phone when back in Melbourne, City Area Transit or something like that. There are four routes and I found the one that would take us near to our apartment. We still had to cross the freeway on the pedestrian bridge though. We walked past these metal sculptures many times before we just missed the traffic lights and I had time to take a photo.
This is the bridge across the freeway, leading to the very steep Mount Street, rising to Kings Park at the top. Our apartment was just along on the right.
It is a lovely street and imagine it in early summer with the jacarandas in full bloom. Note the retro street lamps. They seemed in good repair to us, but along came a crew of two and painted them all, along with rubbish bins and other street furniture.
A Melbourne person had told us we simply must visit the casino at Burswood, the only place in Perth that has pokie machines. I am not sure why. It is like any other Australian casino. Boring and a little depressing. We caught a taxi there and back, $23 each way, and had a fairly ordinary meal, albeit cheap. There was no reason to hang around and so we were soon back to our apartment.