Thirty minutes ferry ride from Manly right into Circle Quay. Bright sunny day rolling purposefully along in the blue bay by the steep tree and house lined cliffs. The tops of the Sydney CBD poke over the last peninsula and the boat reveals the Opera House and Harbour Bridge. Only the most jaded commutors could carry on staring at their laptops.
We've got twenty minutes to get to the Powerhouse Museum south of Darling Harbour but our information is skewed and there is no bus here. A taxi does the job and we rock into the Harry Potter exhibition for eleven. It is full of props from all the films. The girls are in their cups.
A tram takes us from the Ph to Darling Harbour. Sun's up high and the time difference and 'early' starts have taken their toll. We eat, and head back to Circle Quay via ferry, and catch the Manly ferry home. Sitting on the porch, the fresh sea wind carries the salt and life guard's PA announcements to us as we rest and gear up for the evening.
We walked north up the beech tonight. I'm not sure that fat or ugly people are allowed on Manley beech. Between the power walkers, joggers, cyclists and surfers, it feels like we might have stepped onto the set of any generic American drama. Ash's Table served us well, we're all nicely stuffed with good food and wine.
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