Are you an African Prince trying to shy away from your royal arranged marriage? Well do I have the suburb for you.
Even from the street I started on, the homes here seem to be a hodgepodge of everything, with old apartments that I didn't photograph properly,
more adorable small houses a la Waverley,
Sydney-standard terraces,
and even some larger houses where the suburb's flashier folk seem to live.
At the end of this street, I landed on the suburb's namesake.
Here's Queens Park.
It's built on a hill.
And it's really big.
I felt that the cloudy sky only added to the ambience.
I wasn't too keen on taking the journey to the depths of the park, as it would surely mean an uphill trek to get out, so instead I continued past the local dwellings to see what else I might find.
Here, the absolute random assortment of Queens Park houses continued, from the post-modern,
to the vintage,
and everything between.
I also found a very promising street name,
with more assorted houses,
and yes, a bit of a view.
Despite my best efforts not to head downhill, the road out of View Street ended up forcing my hand,
and off I went, catching a few more coy glimpses of the park along the way.
Despite not spending too long in Queens Park, by this stage I felt like I'd figured out the place. This being my seventh suburb of the day, I was keen to get out of here.
This necessitated me heading back up a hill, as unfortunately anticipated,
and taking a bus to Bondi Junction to rest my feet of the Eastern Suburbs.
Incidentally, Bondi Junction has a neat little bus station above the train station, which always reminds me of the kind of long-distance bus terminal I frequent whenever I travel abroad. It's a shame that there's a global health emergency going on at the moment, because my feet sure are getting itchy.
Queens Park: A best-of of Sydney's weird and wonderful houses.
Queens Park
Queens Park is a little known suburb vaguely in Sydney's East. To get in, I crossed a six-way intersection from the Waverley locality of Charing Cross, and entered the suburb on a tree-lined residential street.
Even from the street I started on, the homes here seem to be a hodgepodge of everything, with old apartments that I didn't photograph properly,
more adorable small houses a la Waverley,
Sydney-standard terraces,
and even some larger houses where the suburb's flashier folk seem to live.
At the end of this street, I landed on the suburb's namesake.
Here's Queens Park.
It's built on a hill.
And it's really big.
I felt that the cloudy sky only added to the ambience.
I wasn't too keen on taking the journey to the depths of the park, as it would surely mean an uphill trek to get out, so instead I continued past the local dwellings to see what else I might find.
Here, the absolute random assortment of Queens Park houses continued, from the post-modern,
to the vintage,
and everything between.
I also found a very promising street name,
with more assorted houses,
and yes, a bit of a view.
Despite my best efforts not to head downhill, the road out of View Street ended up forcing my hand,
and off I went, catching a few more coy glimpses of the park along the way.
Despite not spending too long in Queens Park, by this stage I felt like I'd figured out the place. This being my seventh suburb of the day, I was keen to get out of here.
This necessitated me heading back up a hill, as unfortunately anticipated,
and taking a bus to Bondi Junction to rest my feet of the Eastern Suburbs.
Incidentally, Bondi Junction has a neat little bus station above the train station, which always reminds me of the kind of long-distance bus terminal I frequent whenever I travel abroad. It's a shame that there's a global health emergency going on at the moment, because my feet sure are getting itchy.
Queens Park: A best-of of Sydney's weird and wonderful houses.
It's a nice park -- a balance of flat bits and interesting bush bits! Lots of people take their dogs for a walk there.
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