Heading back in from the point we drove the twisty roads around through town. It was getting supper hour and my stomach was beginning to pain me a bit. A stop for coffee helped a bit but in spite of the hunger I longed to continue our trek.

We past several scattered houses. Occasionally there would be a person out cutting grass or just talking to the neighbors. When we rounded the ben into downtown the was scarcely a sole except a few kids hanging around the entry to the wharf. We pulled in and drove to the edge of the pier. All the fishing boats were docked and most of the fishermen gone home.

Just a few tourists remained, photographing what is so unique to them, but so normal to the families of North Sydney.