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Bathurst


At the heart of this gold mining region is the city of Bathurst, a bustling business centre today that has much of its rich history reflected in elegant old buildings thst appear throughout the city.

It is a lovely city, see more of Bathurst over at 100 towns.

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  1. It's my wedding anniversary today. On our honeymoon we stayed in Bathurst in a B&B just like this. We never planned to stay in Bathurst but a terrible experience at Jenolan Caves Guest House saw us flee. We were always glad we did it as Bathurst is a beautiful city.

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    1. The Caves guest house is romantic but its fortunes rise and fade ... I've stayed there twice, once on our honeymoon and another on a wedding anniversary both were pleasant experiences but I know it has been very dodgy in between.

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  2. I have not been to either locality for yonks. But, as I noted earlier, I have Bathurst in my bucket ...

    This photograph could have been taken in just so many streets of Paddington.

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  3. Those railings are unbeatable!

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