Husband rallied from his man flu yesterday and hustled us to Cockatoo Island for the Biennale. He’s the arty-farty type.
It was pretty cool, despite Sprog 1 having a turn (the way she looks in the photo, above, was pretty much how she looked the whole time). I am wondering if she’s allergic to something in my roast pumpkin soup, as she went all woozy and miserable after eating it on Saturday, too.
Fortunately, there are free ferries from Circular Quay to Cockatoo Island and admission to the Biennale is complimentary too. So I didn’t feel too ripped off by her being moochy.
PS Don’t miss the Dog Leg Tunnel. I didn’t take a photo but it’s filled with all these movement-sensitive lights on sticks. It’s fab.
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