I wished that fat red arrow would point to my little "hole-in-the-wall" pied-à-terre in Sydney. Instead, my little renter is located under that scraggly yellow 'x' at the bottom near-centre of the photograph which I pinched from another real estate ad.
Still, if you knocked on the neighbours' door and demanded to be allowed into their bedroom and then stood on your toes, you could just see the Bridge ☺. Failing which the splendour of Sydney Harbour is just a short walk down the road - if you don't stop at my favourite watering-hole, the Blues Point Hotel, which these days I frequent only for its convenient and affordable accommodation.
