Bound for South Australia
07.02.2013 - 07.02.2013 75 °F
Off to Adelaide, the capital of South Australia, established by people with a real pioneer spirit - not convicts transported here but folks who bought a chance to start over. They landed seven miles from the new city’s (non-existent) foundations and had to lug all their stuff and kids by hand up the river. The road has an old hotel on almost every corner today - you can almost hear echoes of “But, honey, I can’t walk one more mile...”
We went first to an aboriginal center where we heard the diggeridoo played (our second experience of same after hearing Marty Sornborger’s skillful sounds in Barrington RI). Then to Penfold’s winery and to Adelaide where we discovered what matters most on this southern coast: sunglasses. Tiffany’s is prominently located and sells not a single diamond bracelet or carving knife - only and exclusively sunglasses.
Finally to the cathedral (Perhaps our readership is yearning for the day when we depart Christian countries and cease the discourse on cathedrals). St. Peter’s is a beautiful 19th C building built beside a cricket pitch. (They say it is famous because coverage of the game always refers to batting from the “cathedral end.”) It is well lit, has greeters and guides (on a weekday afternoon) and Zena, the gift shop lady who knows everything. The clerestory windows are vibrant and fascinating, and the best of all is the Magdalene window that celebrates the role of women in the Scriptures, the Church, and the social history of Australia. The images swirl in circles against the vertical mullions and every inch spills with symbols. We love it! And the photos show how they must pay for it all.