This particular week supplied only 45 minutes of sunshine, and Sydney was looking grey and drab, and more like her winter self, than her usual springtime loveliness. Still a week in Sydney is always a great thing. The views were more often like this though.
I became increasingly distracted by the jewel like painting that was down a corridor at the Convention Centre. It looked like a Brett Whiteley. But could it really be a Brett Whiteley? Just sitting out there? Not in a gallery? With no guards to guard it?
|It's really quite big|
On the last day I went down to check it out. And there it was. It was a Whiteley! Just hanging there with no gallery guards to guard it!
Saturday Snapshot, is a wonderful weekly meme from at home with books