An outdoor viewing of Swing Time (Fred Astaire) outside the Opera House
Swing Dancing before the movieTonight, I watched an old dance classic movie outdoors, at Circular Quay. The wind was cold and the steps we were sitting on were unfriendly to our bottoms and yet, the joy of sharing a movie with a large number of strangers offset any discomfort. The Opera House stood behind us and the city of Sydney with its (relatively) tall buildings hovered over the screen, while boats and ferries continued treading the water on our right. The area around the Harbour bridge has a certain charm. I visit the place often. It's a relationship of sorts. Sometimes, I get jealous and wish I had her all to myself. But, she is not mine and I am not hers. When I do visit her though, she never disappoints.
Together, we admire the beauty of the night sky and observe with curiosity the travelers with clicky cameras, the glamorous patrons of the Opera, the corporate spill-overs congregating for a drink to celebrate the end of another long week at work.