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On this trip I had some hours to kill in Civic and what perfect weather for doing so ... just sitting on a park bench reading a book in the golden autumn light rather than walking around the City Centre mall window shopping and buying things I don't need.

Then I struck on an idea of finding Animals in the city like I did in Sydney so over the next week I'll show you what I found.

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  1. Sue (this n that)May 24, 2014 at 3:25 PM

    Joan, I've definitely got to get into Civic when next in Canberra. Seem to spend time at the malls but I've never seen this fellow.
    Looking forward to seeing the animals too :D)

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    1. Joan ElizabethMay 24, 2014 at 8:22 PM

      He he ... the thinker is a real person. I hope he is not still sitting there when you get to Civic. Mind you Civic is another big shopping mall these days.

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    2. Sue (this n that)May 26, 2014 at 10:17 AM

      Oh wow - I've been had... truly and utterly... lol - what a sneaky Joan you are.
      Well done and hugs ;D)

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