An expat Brit in South Australia
Australia’s world music festival Under the boughs of the trees, under the stars, an impromptu fashion parade of sarongs, saris, ponchos, kaftans, an Indian prince floats by, hippy goddesses materialise. It must be Womadelaide, Australia’s world music festival.
Originally posted on Dr D in Oz:
The smell of grass, warming sun, a cooling breeze, just a hint of autumn to come. It’s a haven from the mayhem and madness of Fringe, the gentle cadences of intelligent discourse and dialogue a murmuring under the trees. It must be Adelaide Writers’ Week. Under the boughs…
Carmel, the genteel Californian coastal resort whose people are so polite, has no rules of precedence at junctions and no road markings. Instead they have ‘all way crossings.’ Anywhere else this would be a game of dare, but here it’s all “you go first…”, “No, you go first…”
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