We finished up shopping by late afternoon and then decided to sit on some benches at Circular Quay and watch the boats, the people, and the hungry (begging) seagulls.
|I don't remember the name of this tree, but the purple blooms were so unusual and beautiful.|
On the dock, a young aboriginal man was playing the didgeridoo and selling his paintings. We was very talented, industrious, and friendly. Just by playing on the waterfront, he had picked up some gigs to play elsewhere, and he was headed to New Zealand in a couple days to play there. He was happy to have tourists sit on the block next to him for a picture...so I did. By the way, the more I saw of aboriginal art, the more it grew on me. We saw some beautiful pieces. His were selling for $150, which we soon discovered was a good bargain.
More to come...