A blog of grumpiness, stilts and skin.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005


I just realised that last entry may have seemed a little uncharitable to my beloved Perth.

It wasn't meant to be.

The river swells out toward the skyscrapers' foundations like an aquamarine blob across a sheet of fine rice blotting paper. King's Park is a parrot's paradise. And Fremantle, well - historic Fremantle.

But the CBD itself is a renovator's dream.


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