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Park Hyatt Sydney
Sydney – Spice I Am, Watsons Bay, Manly Beach, Cafe Paci
Sydney – The Opera House Black Star Bakery, The Rocks, Sake
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Emirates Wolgan Valley – Part Two
Kangaroo Island – Southern Ocean Lodge, Part One
Kangaroo Island – Southern Ocean Lodge, Part Two
After our first day and a half in Sydney exploring suburbs such as Manly Beach and Watsons Bay, Mr. Feather and I decided to venture a little closer to our “home”, starting with the Sydney Opera House, which we had the pleasure of looking out at each morning. We decided to take a tour of the building, which we’d highly recommend.
Arriving in front of the Opera House – I was very amused by these “Walk” signs for reason, maybe because I’m an immature American.
From afar, the Opera House looks white – but as we got closer, we realized it was actually a combination of cream/ecru type tones. While we were on our tour, this was confirmed by our (fascinating!) guide.
Photos were banned on our tour, but Mr. Feather snuck in a few. I loved learning about the Opera House – both about its history and all of the different materials and woods used for the interior. It must be such an amazing feeling to be able to perform here. We were able to peek in on a Sydney Symphony rehearsal, and you felt privileged to be able to stand there in such a small group and listen to great music.
After our Opera House tour, it was time for a snack. So we hopped on the metro and headed to our next destination – the suburb of Newton. Isn’t the Circular Quay station so picturesque? I thought that the background almost looked fake, it was so “perfect”.
What was in Newton? Food of course – specifically, Black Star Pastry.
I had heard of Black Star Pastry from a local friend and after seeing some photos of their famous cakes and savory pies, I knew we had to go. When we arrived, there was a long line and rain, but I was undeterred. Actually while we were waiting in line, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to a face a slightly embarrassed looking young Chinese girl behind me. “Do you speak Chinese?” she asked me in Mandarin. Continue Reading