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Circular Quay again



I've still got some time to kill so lets catch the train back to Town Hall and go shopping. This is the view from the other side of Circular Quay railway station.  The city seems to be showcasing weeds in their planter boxes this spring.  They will be pretty when the weeds flower and should have no trouble growing.

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  1. Nice journey, a ferry is always a good trip.

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  2. Joan, you cynic! I was chatting with a friend at a BBQ last weekend, when she mentioned she had been to Hawaii. I asked her what there was to do in Hawaii, and she beamed and shouted with joy, "Go shopping!" I was flabbergasted.

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    1. Haha. As the story goes on you will see how little shopping I did. I do not like shopping and it flabbergasted me too how much others seem to enjoy it. I

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