Sydney was quiet after the fireworks on New Year’s Eve so my friend Lucy and I headed for The Rocks to visit the MCA. Outside along the shore was the ubiquitous cruise ship, dwarfing the Harbour Bridge. A guitarist entertained us with classics and his own composition, drawing a crowd.
We strolled through the gallery, stopping occasionally to take in an arresting item or two, recorded some images (sometimes through the windows) then enjoyed lunch at the MCA Café on its sculpture terrace. We ate ice-cream while listening to the busker who sold countless CDs, one of which went into my pocket.