I've been doing a bit of knitting each day and the transatlantic shawl is progressing. Slowly. Better I suppose than regressing.
I liked the way these big lights stood out in the semi-gloom.
The man in blue shirt was one of a group of elderly men seated around an enormous square table. Most had glasses of Turkish coffee which they sipped slowly. A couple let strings of amber worry beads feed through their fingers as they listened to the conversation and nodded their head in agreement. The tables are newish and so are such groups. Marrickville shops, not the Metro, have many spaces where such groups gather and pass the time of day, but I haven't seen them here before.
And this is really showing my age! I remember as a young child listening in the mornings to the Kindergarten of the Air with Ida Elizabeth Jenkins and other presenters. This was the forerunner to Playschool, still the best of such programs in my opinion.