Wednesday, January 25Our last full day in Australia and the heavens decided to turn the place into London. It’s been warm and muggy, but rainy all day long. We walked from Oxford Street through Sydney’s Paddington district, a neighborhood terrace houses, probably ranging from 1830 to 1900. We ended up in Kings Cross, just as the rain began, eating Thai and Hokkien noodles and then taking a train back to Strathfield. We did our minimal shopping for products not available States-side and now await our dinner with Jeannie, James’ mother and the girls’ grandmother.
Last night we had dinner at La Cucinetta, a formal-ish Italian restaurant on a hilltop in Woolwich, one of Sydney’s very lovely older suburbs with houses on large estates. The restaurant lived up to expectations with yabbies in oil and spices as our starters (entrées in this country), and then Ben had John Dory and John had a veal shank. James and Priscilla had invited her sister, Denise, and her husband Trent to join us. Very good conversation. Denise is expecting number 3 in April, and can hardly wait
The wines ranged from a pinot grigio , that was excellent, a pinot noir from Tasmania, and a shiraz from Margaret River in Western Australia.
The site is above a World War II drydock, now turned into a yacht basin, cut into the side of the
hill. Quite an installation.The city glimmered in the distance as the sun went down.
Tonight we dine with Jeannie at home and then it’s off to our home tomorrow afternoon.
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