The Longest Day, part 1: Cockle Bay
Trip Start Nov 06, 2003
87Trip End Jan 24, 2004
We reach Cockle Bay's gathering of gardens and complexes from the west side of the harbour this time, then beyond that Chinatown where closed doors and evacuated streets bellie the bustle we find inside Paddy's Markets. Although the main doors of this complex are closed, a side entrance unfolds to rows of produce vendors and fish mongers. The bulk of the market -- the cornucopia of clothes, collectibles and electronics -- is closed until 8am, so we price shop plump green grapes, sweet oranges from Queensland, flatbread from Turkish ovens and a picnic of cheeses and olives.
Our way back wends past some tired brick facades in need of a facelift, a street of lovely old Spanish restaurants and the dragon-spined wall of the Chinese Gardens. We trace the waterfront to the hotel through waterparks, the Latino Festival stage near Harbourside and the National Maritime Museum.
Emma wakes up as we come in the door at 9:30 am. We scoop up the Saturday paper and our collection of magazines, then plan our week at the hotel buffet breakfast.