Yesterday I went to see the screening of Verdi’s Aida, a Met Opera at Dendy’s, Opera Quay. It was already 29ºC (28ºC =82ºF) before noon so I walked downhill to the wharf and took the ferry.
The heat had brought people out to the local beach that is usually empty due to the fumes and fuel from the ferries. The local residence keep their dinghies there. Access to the beach is off the street and down a narrow stairway that’s between two buildings next to the wharf.
When the ferry came it was Saint Mary McKillop, named after the first Australian saint. Sydney ferries are no longer named after the 11 ships in the First Fleet, though I think I saw Friendship and Scarborough and Charlotte recently. As we neared Circular Quay I saw that another cruise ship was in town, this time a P&O liner. An old green and yellow ferry had just left the wharf; I will be sad to see them go like the green and yellow buses.
The opera did not disappoint but I was more than a little distracted by the resemblance of the Egyptian princess to Miss Piggy. It was the eye makeup. She sounded much better than Miss Piggy though.
It was Sunday and the ferries were few and far between so I took the train to Wynyard and from there, a bus across the Harbour Bridge, home.
On the train my eyes were drawn to two young children with what I thought were identical tattoos down their legs. Out came the iPhone 5, zoomed in and saw that they were mobile phone numbers.