I was intent on a swim
after brekkie, but DD didn't think the surf was up to scratch at Bilgola, so we headed to Avalon for a dip instead.
After a brekkie looking out at Hotel Quirinale's lovely courtyard we headed off on a lightning Rome tour: Coloseum in daylight, quick zip through the Forum, up to the Trevi Fountain, past the Spanish Steps, a taxi to the Vatican, a twirl around St Paul's Basilica, another taxi to the Pantheon, then a cab to the train station for our journey to Florence.
After brekkie we jumped in the car and headed for a local market, where I picked up two tops for 8 euros — bar - gain!
After brekkie, my dear friend Lorrae took me for a twirl around the sculpture garden at the Heide Museum of Modern Art.
Not exact matches
After a blissful night's sleep it was back to Windjammers Cafe for a cooked
brekkie, featuring the most amazingly crispy bacon.
I've told her not to get too close her Pop at
brekkie — my sister is making bacon and egg rolls and chocolate banana bread and I've been tasked with providing a fruit platter — because he's not allowed to sneeze
after his op.
In the last few days alone, I've eaten two chocolate bars from the mini-bar, mud cake, white bread rolls smothered in aoili and chicken, toast slathered with pate for
brekkie, fried noodles, spring rolls... But,
after a while, I start hankering for simple food.