After the light snack at Portobello Caffé, I was ready to jump on any bed and instantly fall asleep. I was exhausted by fatigue and felt my body more and more affected by the long journey that I had made by airplane. But Marc was a little less tired and managed to convince me to walk along George Street instead of taking a taxi back to the hotel.
It was mid-afternoon and George Street was becoming busy. The street started at Circular Quay near the Sydney Harbour and went down passing through the entire downtown. The walk to the hotel, at a pace of curious and exhausted tourists who photograph everything, would last just over an hour.
The first stop we made was in a florist who had a small shop along the sidewalk. Her shop was not that big, but it was filled with many different kinds of flowers. The flowers that were sold fragrant and bright colours, accentuating their appearance innocently beautiful. I explained to the florist that I was a tourist from Canada, and it left me photographing a corner of his dazzling shop.
By continuing our march, we passed by large skyscrapers in commercial offices. These buildings were built with taste, offering a beautiful design for people who work there and people who frequent the downtown. It noted the beauty of the design especially when watching the first floor where often there was an upscale restaurant. Men were almost all dressed in shirt and tie, despite the hot and humid it was.
We saw shops, cafes, restaurants, florists, old buildings and pretty funny bank machines. The George Street made me think a little beautiful sections of Yonge Street in Toronto with of course some stamps austraux. For the unique beauty of buildings and skyscrapers, I am reminded that The Matrix films were produced in Sydney. I imagined some scenes where the characters jumping from a skyscraper to another!
We have entered the Place Queen Victoria. This is a historic building, transformed into a shopping mall to shop chic. We saw shops Calvin Klein, Giorgio Armani, and several other trademarks popular.
In approaching the hotel, George Street became less well managed, showing us that we were becoming gradually the heart of downtown.
