George St Sydney
I decided to expand my horizons today and venture into town. It’s been quite some time since I have done so. Firstly, because I don’t have a fabulous job that takes me there and secondly, because I haven’t quite worked out my walking route over the bridge. That day will come. But today it was the bus that delivered me there, full of creative expectation. The journey was delightfully fruitful (according to the eye of the beholder and all that) but what amazed me most was not the sparkling Gucci store or the Sydney festival buzz in Hyde park. It was the coffee flags (as pictured above) sprinkled amongst the street lights. Coffee? Surely there are more important messages to impart?