Little Oxford Street
I wandered over to Victoria Street this morning for a coffee at the lovely little French patisserie there. On the way back I came across a street I’ve never been in before, Little Oxford Street. Well, not knowingly anyway, as it’s the kind of street you might pop into late at night for a quick pee with little care for the neighbours.
You know what I mean: it’s too far from home, you can’t be bothered going into a pub, no one’s looking, so you pop down a little side street and relieve yourself. Not that I would do such a thing myself, nor would I endorse such behaviour of course. Especially since there’s a little laneway near where I live which most days has a unique aroma to it that tells you most men see the world as their own personal urinal.
That said, it must be a real problem being so close to Oxford Street, not only for blokes relieving themselves, but for all manner of other unsavoury behaviour. Anyway, in the daytime it seems like a nice little street.
Sounds like it’s what the Scots might refer to as a Wee Street. :)
James, next time you’re on one of your Surry Hills photo-taking jaunts, could you please have a look at what is at 15 Ridge St, Surry Hills? My great Aunt and her children lived there in 1936. I would really appreciate it if you have a chance! Thanks!
That French patisserie doesn’t happen to be on a corner about a block away from the Green Park pub does it? Possibly opposite a church of some sort?
We stopped off and got something to drink there our last day in Sydney… ;)
Tom – very funny!!
Cathy – sure will. It’s just around the corner from where I live.
Yani – yes, that’s the one. Nice coffee, and I ate a yummy cherry strudel.
I now live in this street above the warehouse you photographed. It now has a white space shop on top, which lovingly call home
Great to hear from you Phil. I hope this little bit of “history” adds to your enjoyment of the space. Welcome to the neighbourhood.