It’s been 36 hours since I’ve been in Sydney. It’s my first time here and the reason is to visit my sister (you’ve met her before: she had no patience for Pitbull in Basque Country, got screamed at at a restaurant in Hoi An and loves Koh Phi Phi as much as me). I know it won’t be my last visit, so I’m in no rush see or do anything “touristy.” (Except if you count an afternoon wine and cheese spread at the Opera Bar, in which case, I’m “guilty as.”)
What never ceases to command my attention and strike me as fascinating in any city is its street art. Grand murals and graffiti, yes, but also the tiny details that add flavor to an otherwise mundane street.
The areas I walked around in today in Sydney were full of them. Melbourne may have the reputation for street art, but Sydney’s streets haven’t disappointed.
(I forgot my DSLR at home, so all photos taken on IPhone)