View of Parliament from the memorial. Looks deserted but crowds were teeming behind us.
I must say I do a pretty good job of cutting crowds out from my pictures.
Walking along this corridor, from a speaker came a simple pure voice reading out names of the people listed on the boards, and their ages. Listening to how young some of them were when they went off to war was just heartbreaking.
Right in the middle of Brisbane city, is the old and vintage architecture of City Hall.
We headed upstairs for the clock tower tour.
The one and only cage lift still in use in Australia!
The space up in the clock tower there was a little smaller than I expected, with room for no more than maybe 8 people to stand comfortably.
Could only imagine what the view would have been like when the tower was first built – unobstructed by development and progress…
The Rocks is usually crowded with tourists and locals… But a trip there on a weekday morning gave me wonderful space, air and time to soak in everything at my own pace. What a contrast from the previous few times I was there..
In 2090, a young student gazes at a picture in a museum.
In the country where he has been born, people living in buildings shorter than 5-storeys are unheard of.
He has never seen anything like it.
“So short. Poor use of space!”
His words echo those of his classmates around him.
Our oldest performing arts venue, $158 million dollars and 4 years later!
A tour group came out of the theatre. I went in to catch the next show in 15 minutes.
15 Minutes later, the performers peeped out from the stage and saw… Me.
“Wow, big crowd we have today,” he quipped to his brothers.
I laughed nervously, seriously freaked out that I was the only one in the audience! Do people not come to such shows as individuals, but only in tour groups?!
Despite all that, I must say their level of respect and professionalism is extremely commendable. I enjoyed their performance, and became a little more aware of the little things that make up the diverse aboriginal culture.