It was only a matter of time before I’d have to cut the cord and move on…..
It’s been roughly 18 months since the Paris metros dazzled me with their magnetism. I remember being utterly besotted by the multi coloured chairs, the underground street lamps and the enlarged framed coin collection.
They say the key to getting over any attraction is to either drink, sit and wait for the pain to go away – or alternatively – find something else that captures your interest in a new and fresh way.
Just when I thought I’d have to drain my account and jump on a plane to find this allusive ‘new and fresh’ entity – I developed a new found love for Sydney’s rock pools.
In my eyes, Sydney’s greatest asset is their ability to nail the Australian beach culture in a very clean and stylised manner. Everywhere you look in the capital of New South Wales, you’ll undoubtedly be able to spot countless pretty things and pretty people. The Sydney Siders are the image of health, with their lean, toned, tanned bodies and their inherited summer appropriate dress sense – it’s all a sight to behold.
But for me, the best thing about Sydney is the scattered rock pools that encrust the edge of the cities beaches. Like the metros, fortunately, there are many variations and interpretations of the concept and so plenty of lush eye candy for your tour around the city.
I don’t know how many I ended up visiting on my short trip but I thought it only natural to kick off the posts with the first one I encountered, which was ‘Queenscliff beach’ in Manly, just a stones throw away from where I was staying.