13.07.2014 - 13.07.2014
Our friend, Jess at the front desk knows all. All her recommendations are gospel, from breakfast to dinner and all in between. It was a short walk to Le Trader, a French/ Cafè for Sunday brekky with organic this and organic that. she just had us at French anything. On our walk we passed rainbow-bright pigeons gluttonously feeding from a bird lady's mush-filled feeder.
Still trying to figure the coffee sitch. Cappuccino and latte make sense, as does espresso, but then there is long black, americano, and the short. Regardless, it's strong.
We each had a crepe. We entertained ourselves, or at least L did, making four letter words with the Scrabble tiles on the wall.
We explored and zig-zagged our way through biz district, a ghost town on a weekend day, to The Rocks, the oldest neighborhood in Sydney. M got a rash too close to the market, so we wandered side streets. On ferry home got emails from neighbor downstairs Corinne about crazy partying-a-pooping going on in our home. It couldn't be our cat-sitter. Could it? A second email confirmed that no, it wasn't him, but it was a friend of his. One of the many, many late-night friends he had over to our home. Poor Carlos!
The Winery in Surrey Hills.
Phenom. M was calling it "slurrey hills" even before he had a sip of wine. Outdoor garden plants, wine (obvi), innovative wagyu beef lasagna, m went with sirloin, and a shared cheese plate for dessert. And many cases of glasses of wine to figure out the home sitch and come up with a plan. We will give the cat sitter until 8 am est to sleep it off before the eviction call. Fortunately, but unfortunately, we leave Sydney for Boston tomorrow so we don't need to worry about a replacement sitter.