We woke late and breakfasted on poached eggs, toast and coffee. Jo was suffering from a cold so bowed out of the day's activities.

We headed for Chapel St to do some shopping, starting from the unfashionable Windsor end. There was an enormous array of shops, cheap and expensive, clothes and furniture and food, indepentent and chains. I wish there was such variety in Sydney. We wandered in and out of them. I sure Michael was bored by most of the shops, but not all! He loved Chapel Street Bazaar where he explained that kitsch was a German word that meant cheap or tacky or something like that.



At a pet shop/aquarium there was a cute guy moving fish into a tropical fish tank. He proudly showed off the puffer fish which didn't puff with his handling of it.

Wandering up a groovy side street with more clothing stores, we decided it was time to stop for coffee.



Back to shopping we made it a few more blocks and actually brought some clothes before Michael dragged us to meet his ex-flatmate David and brother Damien. We stopped with them for lunch and a glass of wine in Prahran Markets. It turned out we had met Damien before many years ago at a party in Sydney.

Greg wanted to see Eureka Tower, so we hopped on a tram to the city. The ticket machine was broken so we had a free ride. The tram headed along Commercial Road past the gay bars, then up St Kilda Road. We passed a road closure where a taxi that had been crushed somehow. Further on were the parklands, the National Gallery of Victoria, the Art Centre with its spite and the newer theatre next door where Michael and Jo had been the night before.

We alighted at Flinders Street Station and headed along the river to the Eureka Tower. Greg started taking lots of photos as soon as we got to the river. Michael warned us to look out for the bees, but they were more magnificent than we expected.



We headed up the tower where Michael overcame his fear of heights to enjoy the magnificent view. To the north we could see the city and the freeway we came in on, including the big yellow sculpture that jutted over it. To the south we saw Port Phillip Bay with St Kilda Pier and the lake in Albert Park. The Spirit of Tasmania was in dock. In the east we could see a football game at the MCG with thousands in attendance and a circus with a large ferris wheel. To the west were roads and suburbs and factories. The docklands redevelopment was full of new houses. Below we could see the river, the casino, the galleries and the theatres.



We walked around the tower a few times taking in the sights. Suddenly a low cloud blocked the view, but it quickly passed revealing the westering sun.



Back on the ground we crossed the river by the Sandridge Bridge which was studded with sculptures and headed back to Flinder Street Station for a tram. Greg took lots and lots of photos of the river and the bridges and the lights.




Back at Michael and Jo's place we organised to go out with Garrie and Marten. They came over, but we were all too tired, so we chatted for a few hours before retiring to bed.