Nicholas Quirke was aware he had been moving at a fast pace and hadn’t really given himself much time for contemplation and relaxation which meant it was with some relief that he found himself with time on the morning of the 22nd January, Harvey’s Birthday, to collect his thoughts and focus on travel plans; particularly now he had put Cambodia on the table. Armed with his travel card he set off to explore some of the city sights. His trip into the city was made particularly entertaining by the conversation with an old man His first stop was Angel Place where a permanent ‘Bird Cage’ instillation had been set up, complete with birdsong to remember, mourn, the bird life that had been pushed out of Sydney due to the European settlers and the subsequently vast growing city. His plan was to see the Art Gallery Of New South Wales, but he stumbled across the Sydney Museum which was holding an Exhibition titled ‘Underworld’ exploring the ‘Mug shots’ Of 1920s Criminals in Sydney. This was an engrossing and stimulating collection of pictures and stories. It was an eye catching walk through Sydney to the gallery which housed some really beautiful works by Australian artists. He noted as he walked through the galleries of 19th Century art the significant number of female artists from this period that were represented. A walk through The Botanical Gardens which were wonderful, the temperature was perfect and it gave him a real buzz to see the Sydney Opera house unobtrusively sidle once again into view. It seems to be the perfect spot and a tremendous tribute to the planners and the Architect, Jorn Ulzon, that despite its vast size it is not obstructive, fitting the landscape perfectly. He bought some tickets s for Tuesday Night for him and Ollie, enjoyed a tea on the harbour side and then left to see the Observatory and the Garrison church. He checked google maps and it seemed a very straight forward and easy walk. Why was it then that he seemingly, wilfully go left instead of right and get lost, adding 30 minutes to a 10 minute journey. He had run out of time to see anymore as he had to get to the theatre to meet Ollie for ‘Darlinghurst Nights’, a musical based on the poetry of Kenneth Slessor at the Hayes Theatre. Ollie was impressed by the amount of Sydney Luminaries that were attending. It was a really wonderful piece of theatre, a memory play that was haunting and passionate, echoing the ‘Underworld’ exhibition he had seen earlier. Neither had eaten so they went back to Glebe and had a very satisfying supper at a Lebanese restaurant.