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A chair


We are in the general vicinity known as Mrs Macquarie's Chair.  It looks like two hundred years later another lady is enjoying a seat in the sun.

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  1. Mrs Macquarie would get a shock if she could see that area now.

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    1. I often wonder what the city was like before it became one. Julie does a good job of showing some of its evolution.

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  2. A great juxtaposition of man-made versus the natural world.

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    1. The funny thing about this shot is that I never noticed the building until I was processing the photos, I was just interested in taking a quick snap of the lady. In fact, that building is a bit of a mystery to me ... I don't remember ever having seen it before.

      But I did good job of framing it without noticing it didn't I!

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  3. It's the place to sit in Sydney, that's for sure.

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    1. This area is certainly one of my favourite spots. I love the juxtaposition of the gardens and the waterscape.

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