A circus is coming to town.
The leaders of Asia-Pacific nations are in Sydney for APEC Australia 2007 and city landscape has been changed. For the sake of security, this major event has transformed north end of the CBD into fortress. 2.8 metre-high and concrete wall and concrete wall are erected. Public transport is blocked. Sydneysiders are advised to get out of the city to avoid the chaos. Protests are discouraged by the authorities. Businesses depended on tourism plummet. The Police is given more power in the restricted area. The level of paranoia is rising. This is just the beginning.
As the city is growing and drawing more people to taste the fortune, it becomes a sticky trap they cannot escape. There is always a prize to pay for the deluding happiness. This is Part Two of the afternoon in Chinatown. One big part of Sydney’s Chinatown today is Market City, just above the famous Paddy’s Market. They are waiting something to happen until the shopping centre is closed. It is nearly there but not quite.
Like any other cities, it has to have Chinatown in Sydney. And it is growing with a number of Asian migrants, especially, overseas students. Modern skyscrapers implode on George Street, the major bloodline that cuts through the city, make backdrops of old buildings and accommodate residents and businesses in the heart of the city.
A man shaking a towel on his balcony in World Tower.
Cityscape on George Street.
Window views in Chinatown.
The Moon over Chinatown.
In the fish bowl, the journey seems too long although it’s just the regular path she walks along to get something home for dinner everyday. It’s a fast lane and she can’t catch up. But why in a hurry? There are benches for everyone to take a rest. It’s a beautiful afternoon, after all.
Slow down when you’re tired, stop when you can’t go no more and get back on track when you’re ready. Know your strength to achieve your goals. In this rapidly distorted world, nobody seems aware.
It is just a regular afternoon on the local patch, Enmore Road. Walking pass and looking through glass windows, life simply goes on. Everyone has their own purpose in a day, kind of. It may finish with or without the missions accomplished.
No one cares if there was no tomorrow. Just now…the moment is trapped in invisible illusions.
A woman waiting for a bus on Enmore Road.
Shopping in an organic green grocer.
A bored shop keeper entertaining himself with his coffee.
Wanna do some business with me?
A foreman renovating @Newtown RSL Club.