I went breakfasting at Savichees in Pyrmont this morning with my friend Jane, and post-Eggs Benedict, managed to coerce her into taking blog photos for me next to this bizarre relic of a pub, to which I was conveniently colour-coordinated. I’ve always walked by and had little photo fantasies of the place – it’s so gloriously derelict.
Feeling pretty content in the aftermath of Hollandaise sauce, we strolled through Pyrmont, which is kind of quaint on a sun-drenched Monday morning, and popped back home. I’ll be spending the afternoon packing for a vintage road trip extravaganza. I’m off to the country tomorrow with the likes of Jesse and Tim of Like Johnny and June, and two cars full of other fun extravagant friends. Blog posts to come, as always.