This is one of my favourite parts of Sydney, mostly because it feels like a slightly pale version of European city, or maybe New Orleans. There's lots of lovely wrought iron, potted flowers, big old trees and colourful painted doors. There's a couple of tiny courtyard style lanes, where you can wander around without fear of being squished by a crazy Sydney motorist. The best part is the trees though, it's always shady, with dappled light and birds chirping. Oh, and it's right by three great bookstores, so C and I can always partake in the dusty smell of a secondhand book hunt.