A Day Out.
I’m taking a semi day off, to get a haircut and see if I can find out where the art/culture centre of Perth has migrated to. It’s certainly no longer in Northbridge, which became severely gentrified into a café/nightclub/restaurant district during my years of absence. There are no artists to be found in any of the old loft buildings, so they must have gone somewhere. Let’s hope it hasn’t retreated into the suburbs, like much else that was once in the CBD.
Perth’s cultural heart might now be in the port city of Fremantle, so I am taking the train down there. I’m hoping for a good bookshop, one where the staff know there is a writer—tragically killed recently in an automobile accident—named WG Sebald, and where they have all four of his books on their shelves, calmy waiting for me.
Even if Fremantle is the same as it ever was artwise, my favourite Australian microbrewery is down there, and you can get good coffee most places there too.
WG Sebald: Austerlitz was published before Sebald’s death. His very last novel is due out soon.
10:22:49 AM 
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