Our trip into the city took us again to the Central Train Station. The main hallway above seems to be the main exit to the street. Perhaps this used to be the waiting room in days of steam trains.
Outside the station, we encountered a busker with his dogs trying to stir up a bit of donation business.
On Pitt Street, there is a section that is a pedestrian mall. Interestly, there are phones...real landlines...available here. We see these scattered around Sydney. I don't recall them in other cities we've visited. Sydney really seems to be different from other places.
In the Strand Arcade there is a gentleman's place where we can get a haircut and a shave or beard trim, as the case may be.
Outside, there are more people trying to collect donations for the function of their lives.
Across the street is a chemist with a very old building. I was more than a little surprised to see that it still is a chemist.
This woman has a sad story on her cardboard sign about her father dying and her mother throwing her out. No music, just an ask for money.
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