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Dunedoo


We were nearing Dunedoo at lunch time and I was pleased, looking forward to lunch at the White Rose  Cafe.  We were disappointed to find that it was closed.  I do hope it's not permanent as it is one of those character spots that should be preserved.  Nonethleless we enjoyed a pleasant lunch at the Bakery up the road.

I have grown to be rather fond of this town.  See more of it over at 100 Towns.  (Sorry for those accessing the site using a iPad, the slideshows are done with flash so not visible to you. As the project is nearing a close it is too much work to try and convert it to another format. We are up to #65).


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  1. I was hoping for a pic of the giant toilet! Looks like a very cool cafe, hope it reopens soon.

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  2. It looks like one of the old Greek run cafes. I visited on down in Gundagai and it was quite an experience. Good old, fashioned Australian milk bar food.

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  3. I love this, what a fine looking place!

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  4. I wonder if I have ever seen a indoor photo on this blog? It's nice, the lighting and the perspective transports the atmosphere very well.

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