If Friday was a reminder of the fragile, the Saturday and Sunday were a reminder to celebrate it.
With all the great food and wine digested from the night before, Sunday seemed appropriate for hanging out at Kirribilli markets. I've been on the hunt for old scarves, materials, dresses that i cut up and make into pocket squares, but alas. Kirribilli is just full of new stuff these days.
The food stalls remained and the thai curry was good as ever. Fun and crafty cards were purchased as well a few books, Lady P hides behind my film edition (don't you hate them) of Atonement and Lady K reads the blurb on Thomas Mann's The Magic Mountain... Lady S watches after enjoying herself by flipping me off when I started shooting :D
It was also hilarious to watch the huge number of pedestrians not realising the west side of the bridge is for cyclists only and boy were the cyclists ever so pissed off with them for not realising sooner. I love the sunset and the encroachment of the bridge's shadow.
Catch ups, cafes and cinnamon on a Sunday.