We went on the rooftop to see the moon and I took my camera but as Max reported I needed some enormous telescopic lens (I guess like the ones tourists hang around their necks like phalluses springing into action at the sight of some bug on a tree top, indeed I have penis envy [as well as an inexact application of S. Freud]). Instead I got a panorama of town (why the hell not) and a sniper’s view of the new Ian Thorpe Aquatic Centre, its curious form beached at the edge of the CBD, gleaming white like Moby Dick.
Dinner was a mix of winter grub- roast duck (extra fatty) à l’orange with the usual stuff and watermelon for dessert, bring on the summer!
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