The weather wasn't the best when we reached the summit of Red Hill, but the views were spectacular, giving Madam the chance to snap away in circumstances that hadn't been possible to date, and the road back down the hill debouched onto Melbourne Avenue, which fed directly onto the State Circle and delivered us to the desired parking location with pleasing rapidity, since time was marching on and we had a lot to see.
The nether regions of the National Gallery had plenty of parking space when we arrived, and a perambulation past the Portrait Gallery took us through Reconciliation Place, which was, I thought, nowhere near as visually significant as it needs to be, before making our way to the front steps of Old Parliament House, which these days houses the Museum of Australian Democracy.
