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We are on a Sunday jaunt around the centre of Sydney to pick up the city Christmas vibe. There didn't seem to be much bunting about. It can only get better from here.

Town Hall Sydney

I'm taking a break from blogging until the New Year, in the meanwhile I hope you enjoy this short Christmas series.

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  1. But but but ... that is where I shot nearly all my banners from yesterday: Standing in front of the Town Hall and sometimes shooting north and sometimes shooting south.

    Ah ... bunting as in tinsel ... nope ... don't think there is any.

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  2. Not a typical photo, ;-) - I like the selective colouring.

    Wish you some nice relaxing days, see you next year, ;-)

    Hey, we have -13 °C and 5 cm snow and sun and blue sky. :-D

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  3. Goodness, what a weather report from Martina!

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  4. Julie, your photos of the banners are fabulous and have made me change my mind.

    Martina, weather like that is beyond my comprehension.

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