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Floriade


We were in Canberra during the week so went for a quick walk around Floriade.  Here you go, just one shot.

Tomorrow I am going to start posting more of the 100 Towns.  The year is fast coming to a close and I've got 44 left to go if I'm going to make my target for the year.

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  1. Beaut, we didn't make it there this year, so was great to see your photo.
    Looks like it was a Lovely sunny day too :D)

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  2. I have been meaning to get down to Floriade again, I went down a few years ago and enjoyed it.
    Good luck with your remaining 44, less now as I just read a few getting to this post. Daffodils are my favourite :)Must remember the Rydal festival for future outings.

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