Bus Shelter

Walked into the city to go clothes shopping but ended up exploring the downmarket area of Pitt St with its old residential hotels, ghost signs for long gone nightclubs (Chequers) and poker machine rooms open ‘til 4 a.m. The laneways were full of pigeons and rubbish. A small terrier emerged from nowhere to have a go at me. I should’ve blipped it.

Instead, it’s a bus shelter and sandstone wall on a sunnier stretch.

Hope you’re having a good Sunday.