…all alike, that’s Clovelly a few blocks back from the beach. I took a wrong turn on the way to Tamarama, and as the clouds loured I felt increasingly likely to be eaten by a grue.
In other Eastern Suburbs news, I learnt that apparently Audis in Bondi are compelled to queue across intersections, and No Stopping zones do not apply to classic Jaguar XJS convertibles.
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Soggy here, innit? 
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100 books by women in 2016 
Hoyden About Town 
I get eaten by grues all the time. It’s not as awful as I thought it was.
The hurdy gurdy is bad, though. D:
All of my favourite memories of places that I’ve been involve twisty backstreets where it’s easy to get lost.
The one that’s funny now was when I fell into a hole in China. I don’t know how close I came to seriously, deeply wounding myself – I’m tall for a woman (5’9″) and landed hard on my stomach. My leg was all the way in the hole and hadn’t hit the bottom. The place where I first impacted, on my upper thigh, still has a mark, and it’s been five years.
People were so kind, though – I couldn’t speak a word of Mandarin (it was the first week I was there), so I couldn’t even thank people as they got me out of the hole, made sure I was okay, brought me something to drink, and put me in the nearest rickshaw.
I’ve fallen into holes several times since thing – it’s almost obligatory for me to fall in one in every country – but nothing quite like that.
All of my favourite memories of places that I’ve been involve twisty backstreets where it’s easy to get lost.
Yes… I agree… It’s a wonderful way to find places one would never have discovered on purpose!
My only bad memory of that was following the GPS in my car down some twisty back streets in St. Tropez. All very picturesque, but all very narrow. As I was nearing the destination, the road got so narrow that I had to flip the wing mirrors closed and then the GPS said ‘turn right’ down a road which we would have had problems walking side by side.
1km of reversing down these twisty, tiny roads until I could find a place to turn the car around was not fun!!!
Luckily, grues are very rare in St. Tropez, so we were OK! 🙂