Along the way, of course, I needed to find an ATM, and, predictably there were a couple at World Square. In fact, after about twenty-four hours where they were thin on the ground once the wallet had been replenished it seemed like there was one around every corner.
Madam had seen a reference to a baguette place in World Square and fancied that as a breakfast option ahead of the sourdough place we'd favoured last time around on the way to Melbourne. As it turned out what we thought was a French patisserie operation turned out to be Vietnamese, or French/Vietnamese so we ended up with chicken Pho for breakfast, a first for me, but hardly news to the Vietnamese-loving community. Worked rather well, too, though a touch less salt would have made Madam happier.
From there, we took a wander around the complex, biding our time until the t-shirt place opened, which it duly did on the dot of ten, and extending the ramble over towards Town Hall station.
Madam had intentions regarding a Kathmandu outlet, while I was ready for a spell. Conserving energy and all that, you understand, and the result was a good hour's rest before it was time to check out and go wandering again.
The second spell of rambling took us up past the Hilton, checking out arcades and shopping options along the way. I called for a brief diversion around to the entrance to the State Theatre just after we passed the night's accommodation. I had noted, with some concern, that the little alleyway that used to provide performer egress had been closed off, presumably as part of some new redevelopment. There was a sign that indicated a crane working overhead and I wasn't inclined to doubt it.
What I did want to establish was the likely exit route for Messrs Costello, Nieve, Thomas and Farragher after the show, and I found the obvious suspect in the alleyway that runs down beside the theatre.
We looped back through the Queen Victoria Building killing time before lunch, with the switching of accommodation in the afternoon being the most significant agenda item. It was around a quarter to one when we reached Town Hall station, scoping out entrances that would allow us to skirt under Friday's Anzac Day parade.