As it turned out we didn’t have to go too far before I was confronted by an overweight red Porsche sports car that I’d decided bore a startling resemblance to a recently elected Parliamentarian. It was this bit of rambling, without access to an O, that had me thinking the previously outlined strategy with a preliminary wander followed by a detailed digital device enhanced investigation of things that sparked your interest was the way to go.
But maybe that’s just me. I could use that hoary old chestnut about not knowing much about art, but in my case it’s a matter of stepping warily around the subject or fear of acquiring another obsession rather than a predisposition to stick to familiar territory.
But I absolutely loved the fat red car.
In any case, we were more or less galleried out and headed back up to wait for the ferry. I could have spent some serious dollars in the shop on the way out because there was some very intriguing and interesting stuff in there. Maybe next time.
And, again, there will be a next time since the displays are continually evolving and, in any case, now that I think I’ve figured out how to optimise the O side of things I do need to go back for a more thorough look that can be investigated a bit further once we return to base.
The ferry ride back was another pleasant affair, and came without the commentary we’d got on the way up. Back in downtown Hobart we took another ramble through Salamanca, this time focussing on the Square behind the buildings that run along Salamanca Place. Madam set out in search of earrings while I took some time to browse through The Hobart Bookshop where, again, I could have spent some serious dollars if I wasn’t trying to downsize the collection that sits on my office shelves.
I was almost starting to look for something else to do when I was rescued from that little quandary and we headed off to the highly rated Smolt restaurant, an Italian and Spanish influenced operation. We didn’t need a big meal, just something to tide us over till the morning when we’d probably be hitting the bakery trail again, but what we ended up with was just superb. A jamon serrano salad with local pickled pear, smoked almond and shallot vinaigrette made an interesting match with a mixed mushroom pizza, and both worked nicely with the Bream Creek Pinot Noir that followed a Riesling from the same source. A rather nice Cab Merlot from Laurel Bank rounded things off nicely.
The walk home covered a bit of extra territory as Madam veered off to pursue interesting images, but although I did manage to walk some of the recent consumption off before bed time there was a definite need for exercise in the morning,