I was recommended Newtown, a vibrant and eclectic Sydney suburb by many people before I went. I’m not sure what it is about me that screams Newtown, it’s a bohemian, lesbian precinct just a few kilometres from the city but even Tim, an 18 year old aspiring stylist I befriended in Sydney who said awesome things like ‘No, you must be 17!’ and ‘That’s so fun!’ pointed at me and said ‘Looking at you, I think you’ll love Newtown, you’re so Newtown.”
Curious, on Saturday morning I traipsed Newtown’s main strip King St, window shopping and searching for a place to have breakfast. I ordered a ricotta and honey bagel, read the paper and people watched, from the cushioned window of a cafe that smelled of coffee and incense sticks. There were guys holding hands in the street, lesbians running vintage shops, old Italian men who knew all about the suburb’s history, dozens of cute boutiques, and many cafes, restaurants and bars. The place had a lovely sense of community and bucketloads of personality. I felt so welcome that I bought a sweater. I plan to cultivate an extensive knitwear collection. And I have Newtown to thank.
I admit to not taking many photos, so here are just a few. How delicious is morning light?!
this place looks absolutely heavenly!
and that bagel! yum!
Any place with baby cacti must be awesome.
Yay! I’m so glad you loved Newtown – it’s the only part of Sydney that I’ve ever felt at home in.
i too am glad u liked newtown. it’s my favourite place in sydney, if not australia. if not australasia. maybe not the world thou.
oh boy i absolutely adore your writing!
“your so newtown” hahah! Wait till you visit various other hipster base camps such as
oxford st (flamboyant bright colours will run past you, i promise)
or surry hills (saturday morning markets)