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.