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Cowra



Sadly I don't have time to return to many of the places on my 100 towns list to get fresh photos. The year is simply going to run out on me.  So I am going to repost some images while we tick of the towns.

Cowra is well known as the place where there was a breakout of Japanese prisoners of war during WW2.  Today friendly relations between the two countries are demonstrated through the lovely Japanese Gardens.

See more of Cowra over at 100 Towns.

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  1. So very beautiful! Awesome colours. What a great mosaic, Joan!

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    1. What I think is awesome is that someone clips all those plants into balls! There were three guys doing it the day we were there.

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  2. This is stunning Joan! What beautiful scenery you have captured. Have your travels taken you to the Limestone Coast of South Australia? If you get there be sure to check out Pt MacDonnell.

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    1. Hi Tracey, I have not travelled much in SA. It will be a while before we go Sweet Wayfaring in that direction but I will remember your recommendation.

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  3. We went to a little Japanese garden out in Wellington a few months ago, but this one at Cowra looks far more extensive.

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    1. Yes it is much more extensive than the one at Wellington.

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  4. That's pretty and a good idea to recognise what happened.

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