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A favourite haunt


I've been to Sydney several more times this week.  This is my favourite place to spend hours while waiting for hubby.  Will take you on a bit of tour over the next couple of days.

@State Library of NSW, Sydney


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  1. I re,member studying there in the sixties I bet it has changed now.

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  2. That would have been the Mitchell Library. There is a new wing now which is where I work.

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  3. I use both wings. When were you there last? I was there on the Saturday of last week, and I swaer that bike was in the rack just like in your photo. I am working up a story on the abomination which is the Cahill Expressway.

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  4. Great composition, but what I like more is the wonderful juxtaposition of lines and textures. Very cool.

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    1. I always have trouble seeing well in urban spaces. Glad you like the composition :-)

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