I’m thinking of times I’ve been to Luna Park. I’ve been with people I’ve known for a long time, new people and I’ve been by myself. It’s fun. It’s exciting. Its full of laughter, screaming and squealing.

I’m thinking of Luna Park in the rain. I still go. That’s resistance. That’s an image of Sydney for me. There’s still bush around you, and people and fun. In the rain. There are drinks too. It used to smell like an old school. There were sweaty bodies and too many people. But it’s cleaned up. Much of the city has been cleaned up. I suppose that makes me feel a bit sad.

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Mould, sandstone (salty, dusty, sandy, earthy), bush (leaf litter, eucalyptus), incense, sweaty bodies, fried chips, fairy floss

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ANN HINCHLIFFE