It was the annual Woolloomooloo Community Festival, and Bibi, Holly, Giles and myself headed down to see what the fuss was about. We were blessed with a beautiful day – seemingly one of the last of summer. But first, we had to go via Harry’s Pies…
There’s quite a big fuss as Harry’s has a lot of history in Sydney, and it’s somewhere that a lot of people have told me I absolutely have to go to. The idea is fairly simple, they sell pies, and top them with potato or mushy peas – or both – with gravy. Being a brit, I opted for the Tiger Chicken pie, which was really, really good. I can see why people say it’s good, but I’m not convinced it’s any better than other pies I’ve had that are similar. But, it’s worth going there for the view along Finger Wharf, into the harbour. On the left is the wharf, on the right is the military base, and in the distance is Fort Denison and the main body of Sydney Harbour.
The festival was the usual mix of stalls and stages, with dancers and a band. Wandering round the stalls, Holly was insistent on checking out all of the sunglasses on display, making Giles rate each of them. In the meantime I wandered round checking out the stalls and the bands.
In the spirit of the occassion, Holly and Giles went to a Tarrot reader. Their reading was not good, but the lady couldn’t be specific on why. Bibi and I watched from affar, chuckling to ourselves. As they walked away, a man approached them with a clipboard to inform them that the woman had been hypnotised for a commedy show on TV!
We spent the rest of the time watching some of the music and drinking Iced Chai coffee – everyone needs to try this, it’s great. The fair was ok, and a much needed distraction for the weekend.
Woolloomooloo Community Festival 2007
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