Public holiday Monday called for a short stroll down the hill to St Georges Terrace. The glass towers stood empty today and the pavements were free from the grey march of human misery that so typifies the usual weekday morning at 9am.
Unfortunately not a lot of places open for breakfast either as Ross soon discovered when we reached Brookfield Place.
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| Ross searches fruitlessly for an open cafe |
Saved by The Terrace Hotel! We found a shady spot under one of the big umbrellas and watched the (rather quiet) world pass by along the Terrace.
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| Watching the world pass by (or not) along St Georges Terrace |
Sadly still no breakfast for me as my diet is still pretty limited but it didn't stop me from vicariously enjoying Ross' Spanish breakfast. Mmmm, harissa toast with poached eggs, chorizo and beans. Mmmm.
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| Spanish breakfast |
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