Walls

A leisurely jaunt today after a visit to the national art gallery threw up some interesting walls (ok, one was really a door). We were tired and made a pitstop at Toni and Bill's, an old-fashioned, quaint, little Italian cafe, with real Italian old men speaking to one another in thick, accented English, poring over their newspapers, dunking biscuits into their tiny expresso cups.

We were fortified with strong italian coffees, which I found a little too heavily roasted for my liking, and shared a rum-tinged, chocolate-filled pastry in the shape of an "X". It's yet another Sunday afternoon in Sydney.