Paris

I went, and yes it is truly one of the most beautiful cities in the world. My memory was hazy from a trip taken thirty five years, previously. I had forgotten the opulence of the Boulevards, the silent majesty of the Louvre, and the sheer breathtaking beauty of the city spread out before you, from the Sacre- Coeur de Montmatre Hillside.

paris
paris

A highlight was the trip out to Versailles Palace, including a ride around the grounds on a bicycle. Others included the Musee d’Orsay, Centre Pompidou, Pantheon and Grand Palais. The Seine River flows through  the heart of Paris and the Eiffel Tower, can be seen from many areas of the inner city. Undeniably chic, Paris is classy, engaging  and the art is sublime. The Grand Palais, was showing a retrospective exhibition, of Monet’s work, and the luminous colours, simplistic composition of  the waterlily ponds,  and the deft brushstrokes were a joy to behold.

Sydney

Sydney unleashed its tawdry charms for a stolen weekend  .

Glebe

Its slightly down at heel scruffiness captivated me . The nonchalant beauty of it’s spectacular harbour . Seediness of Kings Cross , coiled energy of downtown , decaying splendour of the inner city , griminess of Darlinghurst and spectre of abandoned monorail . Dishevelled Surry Hills sheltering beneath the spindly branches of nude plane trees revealed its markets , cafes ,tri level houses , and dogleg lanes , sprinkled with  pocket handkerchief  parks . Brashness of Kings Cross overlaid with a faded , old worlde charm of ravaged gentility. Gritty Redfern spewing ghetto , burnt out terraces and sheltering the homeless , disadvantaged and desperate . Glittering Mosman  , the jewel in the harbours crown , reveals ordered streets , manicured footpaths and sprawling federation mansions . The cacophony of disparate noises tells the tired traveller they are in Chinatown , gateway to the newness of a swashbuckling , Darling Harbour . Far below the subterranean city , the surge and retreat of the restless harbour waters fuses Sydney’ s life force plying the steamy air with compressed energy .

 

 

Kings Cross
Kings Cross

 

 

Languid , gorgeous and slatternly she teases her dowdy younger sister , the sedate Melbourne , who cannot compete with her effortless beauty ,  easy grace and fecund charms .

 

botanica sydney style
botanica sydney style

Rumpled Ruschutters Bay , bawdy Bondi , bucolic Glebe , and bustling Paddington are an affront to classy Camberwell , hectic Hawthorn,  timeless Toorak  and brash Balaclava. The Coathanger , Sails , and nostalgic Ferry trade , captivate and titillate . A lone Anzac warrior stands , a silent sentry , at the entrance of the flyover to the West , encircled by primeval Gymea Lillies  , that most majestic of indigenous botanica .