As I set out from the city's southern end, the sandstone walls beneath the Central railway line still held the day's heat .
The moon rose from the invisible harbour into a sky of such a deep royal blue it was almost hard to believe in.
The street smelled of low tide.
For all its beauty, the city could return in an instant to pulp.
And that thought was strangely cheering.
Sydney has always been the sexiest and brashest of our cities, but perhaps the most misunderstood.
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Newsouth Pub. Sydney, updated paperback edition, paperback/delia falconer
