The "Apartment"

          Well, it was supposed to be an apartment, and we discovered it was little more than a small hotel room with a tiny fridge, a microwave oven, and a sink. The notice to be left outside on the door in the morning read, “Please make up our suite.” I crossed out ‘suite’ and wrote in “Don’t exaggerate.”

         Nevertheless, Joan performed culinary miracles most evenings, working with the microwave and the grocery supplies bought across the street in the Woolworths supermarket. And we also had plenty of wine and beer.

         Here is Joan at work on one of her culinary operations in the “kitchen," including salmon, pre-cooked chicken tikka, and mushroom risotto. And David was the sous-chef, responsible for the salad each night.

And here is the work station with the MacBook:

And the rest of the room—in a mess as usual—but with a glimpse of the saving grace of the room—the wonderful view over the harbour, out to the North and South Heads. From the window we watched the cruise ships, the ferries, the sailboats, and sometimes  the black clouds bringing in the rain from the Tasman Sea.