Beauty Before The Storm

Penrith’s Henry Street

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The only reason why I would go to this bus-forsaken place in Penrith was to get the X-Ray of the foot done. While hobbling back to the bus stop, which would have taken a normal-foot person about 10 minutes (and me thrice that time), I realised why the lack of bus stops – the whole street was full of car workshops, repair shops and petrol kiosks.

My poor feet.

Haru made the treacherous journey feel a little better, though.

Almost Set

One of the rare days when I was still out after 5, giving me the chance to get caught in the wonderful fading light of day (and the really cold wind).

The Streets of Penrith

After living here for about 4 months, it was nice to walk along the streets of Penrith as a tourist and view it from a different perspective.

Kingston & Co

What I like most about this cafe:

It’s named after the owner’s dog.

The staff are prompt and friendly, in a just-nice kind of way.

Window seats!

And of course, I have a soft spot for good decor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Henri Marc Cafe

A day after one of the worst storms experienced in Sydney, I cautiously stepped out of the house to stock up on groceries and necessities. I also allowed myself some cafe time as there was going to be a power cut for 2 hours on campus anyway.

Because temperatures the day before had hovered around 18Degrees, resulting in me feeling cold even indoors, I decided to keep myself warm by donning on a long-sleeved turtleneck, long leggings, socks, and boots.

As fate would have it, the sky remained clear the whole morning and by 11.30AM, I was feeling like a snowman in spring.

But, I was a happy snowman, basking in the sun by the window seat of Henri Marc Cafe, just a 20-minute bus ride away from where I stay 🙂

Sun over clouds, any day!

 

 

 

Lovely vintage spoon!

 

 

 

 

On a more sombre note, I do hope the family of the man who died in the storm will find strength to move on in this trying time… Nature can be frightening indeed.

Memory Park

When WWI was known as The Great War.

 

 

 

 

 

Remembrance – supposedly for memories of those who have passed away to live on.

I wonder if remembrance is more for the living, as another means to resign ourselves to the truth of the inevitable cycle that is life.