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A wonderful sign that I walk past nearly everyday, the juxtaposition of the “welcome” with the barbed wire all strikes me as funny. There’s hardly ever anyone in the R.A.O.B., but occasionally we see a car drive in. See R.A.O.B. for more details I guess!

Another scene that sums up Australia; we’d just finished the grocery shopping and stopped in at the Vietnamese bakery in the mall for some fresh bread for lunch. What should we choose? Would it be the French stick or the Turkish bread? Turkish bread from a Vietnamese bakery in a Greek suburb for Australia day lunch!