Late on Saturday afternoon a golden evening rocked up. The kids were elsewhere so a chance to venture out was suddenly there. We decided not to care about what we were wearing and hopped on the bus into town.
Later, on the bus home, just two stops along Princes St, the night was still young and warm enough to walk in. It was buoyant and busy, too.
So we jumped off again, watched and wandered.
That’s the thing about a city; it becomes your well shod backdrop and your rechargeable entertainment.