Sydney was once full of trams. Now they all hide down at Loftus and run around on the disused rail line into Royal National Park or hide in their shed. So sad. I was very lucky on this day and when I arrived it turned out to be one of the two days per year when every one dresses up in period clothes. There was a brass jazz band playing to celebrate the arrival and Departures of the trams.
When I show people this image, they struggle to accept that I took it as it looks like a picture out of the 1930’s. Yay! Now if only the man on the horse was not looking at his stirrups…
P.S. I had to teach the spelling checker the word trams. Such are the times.