Last week I found myself in Brisbane at short notice, staying near the Royal Brisbane Hospital. This was where my stepfather had been admitted, before passing away during my stay. After a pretty intense and draining two days, I had half an hour before being driven out to the airport. So I took that half hour to do a whistle-stop walk around the old and changing Fortitude Valley, iPhone in hand. Below are the results. It was noticable how the tension of the last two days ratcheted down, simply by looking up and taking pics of old signs.
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