In the 1980s I lived for many years in the suburb of Bondi, in Sydney.
It holds many special memories for me of the beach, the markets , doing yoga at Bondi Pavilion, and spending many hours with friends in Bondi cafes.
The architecture of Bondi has fascinated me. It largely consists of streets of red brick apartments, interspersed with free standing homes and new blocks of apartments.
The morning walks on the beach took on a familiar pattern. First wave were the business people, striding along giving orders to employees. Then there were the old Hungarians walking along in large groups, all wearing track suits. After that the Yoga people and other workers, followed by either the unemployed or those leaving the cafes after breakfast.
There was a constant changeover of residents, so many of us outfitted our flats from roadside furniture and milk crates. The windows of our flats were constantly covered in sticky salt water spray.
However, it was the bathrooms that really got me in. They were mostly green or yellow in colour. The basin and bath were very solid, and the shower was often over the bath. Above the sink was a small window which opened out, and was held there by a latch. Because of Sydney’s humidity mould was often a problem, as were cockroaches.
It was a special time in my life.