“Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.” ― Anatole France
My current situation does not allow for extended voyages across the sea to distant shores and yet my wanderlust must be sated.
A powerful desire to journey, to sightsee, to expand and grow saw me wandering my city on a very hot and muggy Sunday morning. It was 33 degrees celsius and, I swear the humidity was at 90% at 7am. It was uncomfortable. It would have been more sensible to stay at home in air-conditioned ease. I have been accused of being too sensible for so long now that I’m starting to resent the title and so, to spite myself, I went out to follow a trail that would take me to some of the interesting historical sites, churches and shrines in my city.
As an art lover I am as easily captivated by architecture as a painting on a gallery wall. I revel in the juxtaposition of old and new as my mind tries to make sense of history in a modern landscape. I wonder at the skill and the talent of those who design and then build absorbing edifices. I marvel at how function and aesthetics combine.
The trail did not take me to previously uncharted territory. I was familiar with all the streets and lanes I found myself in, though wandering about on foot provides a different perspective from which to view the canvas. You notice things, you can take longer to appreciate the placement of structures in the environment. Being one of very few crazy people out on this particular Sunday, I had many places to myself for the majority of the walk. What a rare treat in a busy city.
Brisbane was once noted for a particular domestic architecture dominated by timber houses, raised on high stumps with wide verandahs wrapped around the outside to catch the breeze. In contrast, many of the early public buildings were made of stone and brick; a reminder of English origins. There has been some rapid and interesting changes in the architecture of Brisbane in the last twenty years but my focus on this particular morning was on the quaint buildings, quiet parks, and many charming churches and shrines located at the top end of the city, a hilly location, once a very fashionable residential area, that is now known for its many medical clinics.
Some of the churches were closed, others were filled with worshipers. To avoid disrupting Mass by taking photographs, I plan to return during the week when, I was assured by church elders, I will be welcome to enjoy the space and take as many photos as I please. En route I had a lovely conversation with a bus driver who, thinking I was lost, asked if I was visiting the city. He was surprised to learn I had lived here for over 20 years and then revealed that he too enjoys wandering the city to take in her offerings. He suggested a public art walk I hadn’t previously been aware of, that is now on my list of ways to satisfy wanderlust between trips.
What hidden gems would your city reveal if you had the time to wander about, on foot, with no other agenda than to absorb and notice? I’d be keen to hear how you satisfy your wanderlust when the itch arises but the timing isn’t right to travel.