Arty Farty!

Purely by accident, we seem to have spent the weekend doing arty things. The annual Sculptures by the Sea was in town, a collection of “interesting” sculptures along the path between Bondi and Tamarama beaches. The strangest thing was everyone thinking the homeless man who has set up home on the cliffs next to the path was a piece of art. Well you can hardly blame them, knowing what passes for art…
Continuing the art theme, we headed to the Star City theatre for a showing of Miss Saigon. Now I know it’s a musical, but you’d think their motto was “Why say it when you can sing it”, for barely a word of dialogue was spoken, instead replaced by long theatrical outburst (man, they can hold a note). Nevertheless, a good time was had, and the show had an underlying political theme, raising awareness of the children of US soldiers born to Vietnamese women.
Sunday was easier on the art, after a failed attempt to get to the zoo, we wandered around the botanical gardens next to the Sydney Opera House. Caroline had heard there were bats in the park, and only after wondering why the crows seemed to be hanging upsidedown did we see them – fruit bats, or flying foxes – and they definitely have a fox-like expression as they stare down at you from their lofty positions. Walking on, and passing loads of outdoor weddings in progress (brave souls, it was forecast to be a wet weekend), we sat for a while at Mrs Macquaries chair, said to be one of the best views of the harbour. It was alright, but you really had to strain to see the harbour bridge, and to not look at the docks in front of you. I guess Sydney’s changed a bit over the past hundred years.