Tuesday, May 03, 2016

Perth Day 3

I can't recall if Grace and P arrived at 9 or 10 to pick us up. We drove up to Kings Park and took a walk. While we had been there the evening before, we did not venture too far into the park. Of course this morning we left the car and took a stroll.

The Swan Brewery has not been a brewery for a very long time. The buildings date back to 1879. It is now a mix of apartments and restaurants. Across the road is a carpark, once horse stables that burnt down. The brewery's redevelopment was contentious with the local natives at the time, however, it was built on land re-claimed from the river.


A huge double bunger Boab tree in Kings Park. I subsequently learnt it is not a well tree, possibly because it is suited to a very dry climate and it had taken up too much water in the wetter Perth climate and split.


Never mind, trees grow again quickly enough.......but they take a long time to form hollows for birds to nest in, as this lorikeet nesting in the Boab will attest.


Isn't this a nice design for a park. S'cuse the shoe.


I am a little disoriented by this photo. The buildings across the river might be east of the city with the Perth Hills in behind.


We all admired this tree and Grace's subsequent investigation revealed it is a native, a Western Australian Peppermint tree, flowering for five months a year.


This poor photo is Maylands Station. We left Kings Park and drove inland to the Swan Valley. We stopped for excellent coffee at Chapels on Whatley. It was an interesting cafe in an area with many trendy cafes.



I passed the camera over to R to take a snap of the giraffes through the car window. He did not do a fine job.


I forget where this place was, but it is quite impressive.


Our destination was Sitella Winery, for lunch. I had never heard the name Sitella before and I did not know it was the name of a bird. There were no Sitellas at Sitella, perhaps because the land had been cleared where the winery now is?


Yes, the obligatory gift shop. We had a little wine tasting, at about 11.30 am. Our hostess behind the counter was loquacious, bright, cheery, voluble and expansive. It could perhaps have been because she was also doing a little wine tasting with us, and perhaps with previous wine tasters. But then again, she may be just like that normally. She was fun.



A set lunch menu was available for $40, which sounded a lot to me, but then I realised the price was for three courses, including a glass of wine and if you ordered a la carte, it would cost a lot more.



Our food was delicious, the chat flowed and we were very satisfied. I don't normally take photos of food, and perhaps it is just as well as I have no recollection of what I ate.


With a clinking bag of two bottles of wine, Grace and P dropped us back in town, opposite the Perth railway station and the nearby Forrest Place.


This fountain was much more guesswork than the one in Budapest where the water jets dropped away just before you walked through them. There were some wet kiddies, but it was a warm day.




I think we were in the Murray Street Mall when we spied an old friend of ours and Grace, the French busker known as Will Street. He is looking a little older, but still, he ain't half hot. An older Asian man, dressed like a Chinese mainlander tourist, slipped Will a $100 note. I guess if I wanted Will slip me a little something, I would have slip him $400+.






Having had large lunch, we decided on a shared platter near to our digs at The Terrace in St Georges Terrace. We felt a little uncomfortable with the high end service and spending only $27 on our shared meal, but we shouldn't have. Err, plus a glass of wine each. We actually found the service annoyingly cloying, as we experienced in New York. Never mind, the platter was very nice.

What are we doing tomorrow? I can't remember.

Monday, May 02, 2016

Musical Monday - Poor Prince

Joining in with River for Musical Monday.

I was away when Prince died. I am not much of one for music but I love some of the video clips from the 1980s and I liked some of Princes' music. Superficially, he was not my type and I don't think terribly good looking but there was something incredibly sexy about him.

I was saddened to hear of his death, it seems from accidentally overdosing on pain killers but that is certainly not confirmed.





It was quite difficult to find the original When Doves Cry clip. I love it and I will listen to it in full when I retire to bed this evening.


Sunday, May 01, 2016

The Kitchen Finish

After spending around $10,000 on our kitchen, it will only cost $380 to finish it off to our satisfaction. Shouldn't we spend the money and make us happy?

Well, maybe. What will cost $380 is a kettle and toaster, replacing our $20 each models. How can we possibly justify spending $380 on a kettle and a toaster when our $20 models do the job and aren't broken. You just watch me:

Mother needs a new kettle and toaster and will get our old ones.

I did not buy R a birthday present in March and I am prepared to contribute two thirds of the cost.

We have no needy family to leave money too. The only issue is balancing spending against how long we will live. As R is fond of saying, shrouds don't have pockets.

While Italy dumps canned tomatoes in Australia at below the cost of production, it is still a needy European economy and its complicated train system needs fixing.

The retro styling will suit our kitchen well.

Our toaster will not take large bread or crumpets.

There is a good chance they will be good appliances. They'd better be for that price.

We are of the age where we are spending money on 'things that will see us out'. 

F*** it, we just really want them.

Interestingly, no matter which retailer I have looked at, and that is many, they are always the same price. I may be able to bargain a store down a bit by buying both the kettle and the toaster, but Smeg seems to have very firm prices on small appliances.



Perth Day 1 & 2 Part 2

As we wandered along Hay Street Mall, we found some rather good arcades.



 What is that in the distance?


Hey hey, it is Dick Whittington and Puss in Boots.


This arcade was quite beautiful.



We lunched at a nice enough place on the corner of a modern arcade and the arcade was busy. Where are the people going to or from in the arcade? We investigated. They were going to and from Wolf Lane.





We are now on Murray Street, tick to knowing another street, and at the old telephone exchange.


We went back to hotel on foot. It was not late in the day and we took the time for some rest. That means R having a nap and me on the internet.  The street we were staying in, on the edge of CBD is called Mount Street. I never really thought why it would be called Mount Street. It was quite obvious when we took an evening stroll. It is a steep street that leads up to Kings Park. R was grateful for my frequent photo stops. Mount Street is mostly medium rise apartment blocks having replacing grand old houses, but a few of the old remain.




Down this cul-de-sac is Jacobs Ladder, leading down to the river, but the steps are closed for repair.



 Perth is half the size of Melbourne or Sydney, yet it has its own traffic issues.


Minimalist and I like it.


Property prices in desirable areas are similar to Melbourne. 


There are terrific city views from Kings Park.


 Memorial for the Perth victims of the 2002 Bali bombing.



I saw her mug from a long way away and immediately recognised the grumpy visage of Queen Victoria.



If you don't know, this is a Frangipani and the scent is divine.
 

In the evening we dined at Durty Nelly's Irish pub. It was cheap steak night and our steaks melted in our mouths and were so cheap. But what? You can't wear your flannie to a pub?


We were lucky that it was cheap steak night, and very nice the steak was too.



Best head in town? I take that as a personal slight.



One for Gattina. 'I'll have a Stella', is often heard from the mouth of an Australian.