First, some information about our nation's capital, Canberra, which to even the most cynical eye, should be striking.
|The view across Lake Burley Griffin to the high court and the Portrait Gallery.|
- Originated from a Melbourne/Sydney rivalry so a site "half way" between was chosen.
- Located on the ancient lands of the Indigenous Ngunnawal people, Canberra’s name is thought to mean ‘meeting place’, derived from the Aboriginal word Kamberra.
- The area won selection by national ballot in 1908.
- Canberra was planned in 1912 by master designer, Walter Burley Griffin, a Chicago architect, who won an international design competition.
However there's one more fact, less substantiated by history, Australian's seem to hate it...or at least they like to bag it at every chance. Last week Canberra celebrated its first 100 years as a city and the national press was full of negative stories...it's boring, sterile, full of public servants, no soul, etc. etc.
As a visitor I found it lovely. The city is very scenic, the weather was beautiful, sunny and warm (except for Sunday morning) and the art installations fantastic.
My friend, let's call her Mrs J since she's internet shy like Mr G, and I drove down (only took 3 hours) for the weekend. Its a good drive with freeway all the way winding through a changing Aussie landscape.
Now keep in mind we were only going for Friday and Saturday night. Here's what the luggage trolley at our hotel looked like on check in....
|Weekend luggage overkill!|
Our first gallery was the National Portrait Gallery and their exhibition of Australian "First Ladies". Most interesting was the time line of women's achievement in Australia since European settlement. I encourage a look at the website, we found the exhibit terrific. Australian First Ladies
After that it was back to the room to meet Leona, our friend currently living and working in Canberra, break open the first bottle of Champagne and plan our evening. We had a good ole chat and decided we'd go to the Manuka area of town and find a restaurant for a 'not too serious' evening since Saturday was to be the BIG day. Here we are at the restaurant "Me and Mrs Jones''. The meal was good...the wine disappointing.
|Me, Mrs J, and Leona|
Fortified with home made croissants, pastry, juice and treats to take home we went back to Leona's house for more talking, laughs and tea with her lovely bright and sunny antique tea set.
On to the National Gallery. The Toulouse-Lautrec exhibit was entertaining with over 110 works. I had no idea he was such an accomplished artist with works that were as beautiful as any of the more well know impressionists. Of course the stars of the exhibit were his posters from the period of his obsession with the underbelly of Paris. It was too crowded but as we left we noticed the lines were all gone. Mrs J said, "note to self, don't attend these things early in the morning again!". Worth remembering!
Something that we found on our way out of the gallery - an art installation (because its HUGE) that is like nothing I've ever seen before. We were all amazed. Its called "Within and Without" 2010 by the American artist James Turrell. This is worth a trip to Canberra! Here's a link to the NGA page .. there's a short film which shows just how amazing this is. Have a look ... NGA - James Turrell "Within and Without" 2010
|Amazing large art installation at the front of the National Gallery.|
By the time we finally left the gallery it was well after 2pm and we were starving...and dying for a glass or two of wine. Well ... and this is the downside of Canberra ... there was no where that was still serving - ANYTHING! One rather frustrated waiter who must have already turned away a dozen or so customers reminded us that in spite of Canberra being the capital its still a country town with a very small population. Tired and disappointed we found a place that would toast a panni to take away and we went back to the room to drink wine and eat our take away. One bottle of wine turned into another half at least followed by a quiet nana nap, with Leona on the couch & Mrs J and I in our rooms before dinner. Very decadent.
|Tired, thirsty and waiting for toasted panni.|
Dinner that night was at a nice little wine bar preceded by more champagne as we got ready. The food was good and the conversation even better. We closed the place as the last - happy if not a little tipsy - customers.
|Benchmark Wine Bar after a nice meal, several lovely bottles of red and a few glasses of white.|
Sunday morning was a bit slow in starting. Leona took us to a lovely spot by the lake for brunch and then Mrs J and I hit the road back to Sydney. Great weekend...Thanks Ladies!