Sometimes if you listen closely enough you can actually hear the city breathing among streets we walk, between murmurs of city’s architecture only to be interrupted by the break of dawn and its hustle & bustle.
Learning about a city is a lot like being in a relationship (I'm aware the same thing can be said about lots of other things) ... We fall head over heels by a city's charm its charisma & characters blinded by its sights and sounds; drawn in by its lure and excitement; We learn its way of life and its culture their history, past glory and wounds... streets and roads explored in order to navigate efficiently and at greater ease, discovering things that sometimes proves to be some what devious yet adventurous; How many roads one passes on their way to and from A&B? Where routine and regularity becomes streets with no names nor identity? Its fragmentation conjures up finer grains and sensitivity that soaks into our very skin like spilled red wine on carpet; One can spend a life time learning its seasonal change its shifts in rhythm to adapt, enrich, compromise and to compensate and still be surprise even by the smallest of details; We travel the world but yet there’s no place like home, some says.
And like a good lover, it always leaves the sweetest taste in your mouth.
Goodbye Paul and Jen...Sydney was on its best behaviour the past couple of days... until next time? Maybe in Vienna (ha!)
*But tonight it sleeps uneasy.
Night falls.
Black... like her hair.
pics below... Sydney money shot... Paul, Jen and yours truely.
