I wasn't shocked when my mom developed a deep, undying love for the Sydney Harbour Bridge. But I do think it's the first marvel of human engineering that has ever captured her heart this way. It was truly magnificent and we spent hours of our trip walking across it, under it, beside it, and gawking at it.
We were one with the bridge.
The pictures you are about to see are from one day's jaunt across.
This is Mom on her way to her bridge. She left me in her dust every time I stopped to take a picture. I had to run to catch up with her, which was very aerobic considering my camera weighs as much as a brick.
We saw this each time we crossed: One Way! Jesus! (This apartment building really needed to be power washed.)
Behold, the path!
The big Australian flags flying over the bridge were pretty awe inspiring. Am I allowed to say that?
A look back at downtown. Our hotel was the brown high rise 2/3 of the way to the right.
The community across the harbour.
The Opera House showing off again. She's so vain.
A plaque with some info.
This was a cute little church on the other side of the bridge. It reminded me of England.
The green space underneath is called Bradfield Park, after the man who designed the bridge.
The Sydney Harbour Bridge celebrated its 80th birthday while we were there. Unfortunately, it was raining that day and we didn't get to celebrate with it in person.
We were forced to become acquainted with these automatic restrooms. You had 10 minutes in there and then the doors automatically opened up. That would just be super!
This is the dude who greets you at Luna Park.
He has nice lashes. Scary smile though.
A lesser bridge. It's still up for grabs if you want to claim it.
Ferris wheel! (Eek! Not a fan of those.)
Those folks in blue suits were on a guided tour of the top of the bridge. Uh, maybe next time.
A look back at part of Sydney we got to know very well.
Mom, I hope when you read this your heart will be filled again with the joy of our trip.
Mom + Bridge = Happiness