The Fremantle Arts Centre was aglow in magic hour yesterday evening. When it was built in the 1800s, it was a lunatic asylum. How nice to think they gave the loonies such a beautiful home.
As we drove past, an old man was shuffling along the street. For a moment he seemed to be gesticulating to himself, but then he just kept bumbling along. I was kind of hoping we were going to witness a full-blown episode - just to complete the picture.
Perhaps, though, that would have been a cliche.
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