Our final mega-meal of the trip, at Quay. Rather impressive views of the Opera House*. Bloody good food, if slightly nondescript in the photos above. *Impressive, that is, so long as a cruise ship isn’t docked. The restaurant is in the terminal building, and accordingly your view on those days would be of portholes or on-board casinos or feeding troughs or whatever. And extremely generous with the wine, resulting in an afternoon spent passed out on our bed.
On a rainy day, we took the ferry in for a tour put on by Sydney Architecture Walks, wandering around a few modern buildings in the city’s core. Some extremely fancy government offices (third row on the right), nothing like the leaky dungeons of my workplace; a rather cool and environmentally righteous tower with sinuous atrium; a rather bland curving curtain wall by Renzo Piano, allegedly evoking the sails in the harbour; another “inside out” job by Richard Rogers. Also thrown in is a shot of Sydney’s nicely jumbled modern and Victorian buildings - makes for a surprisingly varied downtown core.
The centre of Melbourne, with skyscrapers, Victorian churches and railway stations, and the Melbourne Cricket Ground, all stretching along the Yarra river. This being Australia, the river and its banks were packed with all sorts of sporty types — cyclists, joggers and rowers.