Coming to Sydney was a bit like going to London for the first time: there is so much that you have seen before in photographs that it feels eerily like you have already been to the city before. I first saw the opera house as a bleary pearl of light through the scratched train window on my way to Wahroonga, and it felt so much like I'd seen it before. Here are some photographs of the bridge I took. I walked across (but not over it: really expensive!)
I liked the opera house in reality much more than from photographs - the roof is really beautiful, especially the simple tile pattern which gives it a texture like a reptile's skin. One of the nicest experiences in urban Sydney was sundowner beer at the Opera Cafe on my last day, watching the root slowly glow through different shades of egg-shell and yellow.
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