Our tour of the Sydney Opera House was interesting, but we were not able to take pictures of the indoor sights, like the theatres. There were craftsmen at work in the theaters. More importantly, I suspect, Ryan Gosling was filming a movie somewhere in the complex. (Well, excuse the heck of the rest of us Ryan.) However, I did manage to pull one shot off the internet. The theaters are acoustically amazing. The seats are comfortable with sufficient leg room to imagine a pleasant evening at a concert or opera.

The history of the construction of the iconic building was fascinating to hear. It began with a group of renowned designers and architects rejecting the design until Eero Saarinen convinced his colleagues that it was the winner. The designer, a relatively unknown young Danish architect named Jørn Utzon who envisioned a sculptural curved building on the harbor. His vision for the exterior of the building was completed, but political intervention over costs led to his resignation from the project and another architect was brought in to finish the project. In the end, however, Utzon was asked by a later, perhaps more artistically sensitive government to develop a set of design principals regarding the building which now govern how it must be maintained.  In 2007 the Sydney Opera House was formally recognized as one of the most outstanding places on Earth with its inclusion on the UNESCO World Heritage List under the World Heritage Convention. Sadly, Mr. Utzon never returned to Australia, but our tour guide told us that he had the honor of having Mr. Utson grandson on one of his tours last year.

Another touching fact that was mentioned during the tour was Dame Joan Sutherland’s devotion to the Opera House. At a time in her career when she did not need to take the time away from singing in the great established houses of the world, she made room for this new venue in her homeland and brought her fame and friends to it. After her death the opera theater was named for her, and this lovely portrait (best picture I could find) hangs outside its doors.

A few interesting shots from outside the Opera House, one shows a close-up of one of the iconic “shells” and another shows the famous harbor bridge.

That evening, we went to dinner at Darling Harbor. Steve had learned of a series of fireworks displays and water shows in commemoration of Lunar New Year. We hoped to finish dinner and try to find a spot to see the fireworks over the water. We found a spot at one of the many restaurants that line the harbor, but because of the crowds present, were unable to get seated, served, and complete our meals before the fireworks started. I was able to find a spot between two bushes to get some shots of the fireworks-not great quality, but I hope it gives you an idea of the spectacular,

It was quite a night and, as the old saying goes, “my dogs were barking” by the time we got back to our apartment that night.

We are staying in a beautiful part of town called Darling Harbor. Steve, my intrepid pal, had done some exploring at the end of the first day while I lay prostrate in my bed trying to catch up on sleep. He led me on our second day in an incredible walk that made my Fitbit very happy. As we walked along the waterfront, there was a remarkable amount to see. There was a great deal of very interesting reuse of old industrial buildings, now remade into housing or restaurants and retail space. One example is this group of buildings.

After seeing several peeks of the iconic Sydney Harbor Bridge, we finally turned around a curve and saw it in its glory. We noticed some tiny figures near the top of the span of the bridge that we finally realized were people making the bridge walk. We both agreed that this was definitely an activity we both enjoyed watching from a distance.

I have to admit that the long march from our flat through Darling Harbor, past the bridge and to the Opera House was not the stuff dreams are made of. But I made it. My remarkably fit companion who is only a few years my junior (the dirty dog) was still as fresh as a daisy, as I dragged my sorry butt through the lower restaurant level of the Opera House. We managed to get tickets for a tour of the incredible edifice for the next day (if I lived to see it, I thought) and then we chose the Sydney Opera House Bar for lunch.

After lunch, I decided that I had not punished myself with enough walking for one day and so Steve and I chose to visit the Australia Museum of Contemporary Art located close to the Opera House, but with plenty of stairs and with acres of walking to be done inside. The museum is actually quite a pleasant place with a small collection of some very fine art by native Australian artists. There was a special exhibition on by a South Korean artist Do Ho Suh whose work is characterized by its exploration of concepts around home and identity.

His work is interesting and appears substantial, in parts and ethereal in others. He has lived through a turbulent time of change in his native South Korea but moved on to create much of his work in New York, where he studied and London where he later settled. One of this most touching works, which is not shown here dealt with the protesters, many of whom were ‘disappeared’ during the student uprisings that led to the end of the military dictatorship in South Korea and the gradual development of a democracy there.

Perhaps the most interesting and exciting part of the permanent collection of the museum are the works of Aboriginal or native artists, living and working today in Australia. Here are some of these.

I find these works wonderful and I hope that you too enjoy them.

This will be a very brief entry. What better way to spend my last Sunday afternoon in London that to spend it with the friends I have made this year at our favorite place, the Caffe Tropea. All but one of “the gang” were there and we had a lovely afternoon, one that I will remember in the coming months as I adjust to the quieter times ahead. To Jack Bond, Film Maker Extraordinaire, Tom, Jackie (and Pudding the wonder dog), Elain, Muriel, Linda, Julie, Colin and Warren (Muriel’s devoted sons), and to all of Tom and Jackie’s family who have stopped by from time to time, and to the Tropeas and their staff at Caffe Tropea. Thank you all for three months of friendship, fun, good conversation and happiness. I will miss you all and am looking forward to my return next year.

The trees in Russell Square Park are something else I will miss. Thanks to everyone who has followed my London journey.