Another leisurely start to our day. Woke up to 21 degrees, a huge change from yesterday. After breakfast we headed out to the train and took it one stop north to Hyde Park Barracks Museum. Don't judge, our feet are killing us!
It is a UNESCO World Heritage Site that was built by convicts between 1817 and 1819. It was used for housing convicts until 1848, immigrant women until 1886 and courts and offices until 1979. The great thing about the museum is how they have peeled away the layers to show the original construction.
This is where the prisoners slept:
Archway on the third floor:
In some places they removed the most recent layers of paint to show all of the different layers underneath:
We then walked over to the Museum of Sydney. On the way we stopped at a food court for lunch. All of the office workers were on their lunch at the same time. We seemed to be the only tourists and I felt a bit out of place - all the men in dress shirts or suits, and all of the women in skirts or dresses. I don't think I've seen any professional women in pants.
Anyway, the museum was mainly about the First Fleet arriving in 1788. There was also an interesting exhibit on iconic buildings that were demolished for the sake of progress, before saner heads prevailed. It was thought that anything built using convict labour should be torn down, as it was a shameful part of the past. Consequently many historically significant buildings were lost.
Once we were done there we headed to Susannah Place Museum. It is a terrace of 4 homes that was built in 1844 - the last family moved out in 1990. They spent 3 years researching and interviewing former residents before it was opened as a museum. You have to take a guided tour, and they have great stories about what life was like for the occupants.
We made our way back to the hotel for a rest and a cold dinner. Then we headed out to the Opera House for a show. It was a naughty cabaret, a sold out show and it was so much fun. My jaw hurt from laughing so hard! There were comedians, live music, acrobats, dancing, singing (and a little bit of nudity). It was called Club Swizzle and was meant to evoke the jazz era.
It was a beautiful evening when we emerged from the show just after 10 pm. The Quay was full of people, it was like a Friday night because of the holiday tomorrow. A nice lady offered to take our photo:
And in honour of the Year of the Rooster, I leave you with these two, who were in the process of having their heads attached: