ARRIVING in Sydney late at night on St Patrick's Day there was little activity in the dark gloomy streets illuminated only by the dull streetlights. It was a completely different story in the hotel and backpacker zones around this part of the city where every Irish person was celebrating.
The rest of the city was already asleep.
The leaves of the elm trees that lined the streets were already turning yellow in anticipation of the coming fall, leading into winter.
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