George Street

I called in to the Union Hotel bottle shop for some wine - hey, China’s slapped massive tariffs on Australian wine so I had to do my bit - and was almost knocked over by a giant black poodle. The staff give dogs treats, and that poodle knows it. Even after the owner had crossed the road it was still looking back longingly (failed Blip).

Instead it was George St at the blue hour - which this evening was grey - with a few parked cars.

Thanks for hosting Bob.