Back to the colonial area and era. Two big places… The church, and the governor’s palace (his home). The latter was reproduction, but very well done. I think the photos tell their own story, so see below.
Lunch in an English pub, where chips mean chips! And not French fries!
Dinner in a fab Mexican place…. Wish we had some back home.
Lovely part of the world. Lovely hosts.
Dorothy lived in our street back in Brisbane. My older sister’s generation. She has known me since way before there was even a me!
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So now, Friday. A blessedly warm train, all day, to NYC.
Outside, coldcoldcold.
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