On Saturday, I went to French lessons. Our pause cafe (the break in the middle of the lesson) was two divine cakes.
I then went straight into the city. I love walking under the Harbour Bridge. It never gets old, looking at all the metal and rivets.
Join me on the rest of my walk to the theatre.
Down some steps between two rows of terraces.
Down three flights of stairs and follow the road you see to be level with the harbour.
And there’s the water, sparkling through the gaps between the wharves.
I met some friends for lunch. I started with a cocktail. The cocktail was divine – so I had another. The food less so. The restaurant is close to one of the theatres we go to but has changed hands or managers. We won’t be eating there again. The vibe, the food, the service just not the same.
Then it was off to the theatre.
I was really looking forward to seeing Hugo Weaving in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. He is amazing. And he was in this play too, as were all the other actors, especially Zahra Newman. But I just didn’t enjoy the play. It was soooo melodramatic, so over-wrought. All that screaming and long monologues and pacing the stage pointlessly. I’m not sure if the fault lies in Tennessee Williams or the director. Still glad I saw it.
Then it was time to retrace our steps back to the train station. The evening autumn light is so golden. Stay golden, Ponyboy.
Back up the steps between the terraces.
On the train home, I saw the trial of the new driverless train coming to Sydney. Exciting and amazing but it does mean fewer and fewer jobs for working class.
I finished the day with a workout at the gym.
Definitely a city day.