Bondi to Tamarama, the cliff-walk at mid-morning

Bondi-Beach at ten. Tram from Bondi-Junction, then the cliff-walk south. Speedos-Cafe was the first anchor before the walk. Wednesday-morning sun on the sandstone, Pacific-blue all the way to the horizon.

The Anglo-coastal-affluent crowd at Speedos-Cafe was reading-the-room more than performing. Two surf-creative-scene females in their late-twenties at the bar, sun-bleached hair and white-cotton, the kind of geometry that walks straight into a Bondi-fashion-traditional-Anglo-female brief. One looked across at me twice. I held the look on the third.

The cliff-walk is short, fifteen minutes to Tamarama. Headland-grass-line on the right, sandstone-and-sea on the left. A sea-bird-line over the water. Two figures on the path ahead I tracked for the full walk, both surf-creative-male coded, both Anglo-Australian. Neither approached.

Tamarama-cafe at the cliff-end, brief water-break, then turn back. Next anchor is Leichhardt Bar-Italia for Italian-Australian-traditional-second-gen mittag. The Anglo-coastal-line registers, but the Italian-corridor is the harder counter-tasten of the day.