We went to Manly on the ferry walked the
harbour bridge at dusk and had dinner at The Rocks, once
the haunt of convicts and prostitutes, now much
gentrified. We sat at a sidewalk table listening to the
accents of the Italian waiters, all very 'Lady And The
Tramp' and to cap it all we were off to the ballet at
the S O H
We were hardly dressed for such a
splendid venue but hoped the Aussie penchant for
informality would ensure we didn't look like the poor
relations. All was well, with every style from red
carpet to our tired old backpacker look, we fitted right
in. It was lovely to see Grandma's with young
granddaughters decked out in all their finery
I could hardly believe little old me
was really here and more surprisingly so was little old
Tony. He had never been to the ballet before ( I don't
count a matinee of Nutcracker) so he studied the programme twice and was none the wiser but when the lights went
down and the orchestra struck up he was sold |