You might remember that we arrived in Sydney just before the Australia Day celebrations on January 26th. And we took a bus into the city to join in the fun, which turned out to be not much fun at all because Ella was in a stinking mood.
So we got off the bus at Hyde Park, having explained to the driver that we were new in town and he should let us know when we got there. "Welcome to Hyde Park" he had announced as he pulled into a layby. "The most famous park in the world".
Well, yes, but somehow, no.
Anyway, in the interests of your continued sightseeing and education, all in the comfort of your armchairs and without the jet lag (or the credit card bill), today I'm taking you to the museum at the Hyde Park Barracks, but not until I've fortified myself with two cups of that coffee and read the guide book.
The barracks were used to house male convicts. Then later they were used to house "vunerable women" who arrived in Australia without employment, or without family who could come to meet them straight away. It's a brilliant museum, and what's more, if you're feeling poncy, you can take a photo with the reflection of the Sydney Tower in one of the windows and start crapping on about the fusion of old and new, the link between the present day and the past.
If you're poncy, that is.
nb, crapping on, vt, Australian, "To talk incessantly or irritatingly or in a rambling way".
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