That was the lovely spring weather that we encountered on our last day in Canberra. There's an iciness to the wind that just cuts through you. Soph and I got up extra early to have our encore breakfast at Silo. We had excitedly talked about what we were going to eat and I was calculating just how many pain au chocolats and croissants I would be purchasing and then we got to Kingston and Silo was shut. I know that bakers need a day off (especially ones as clever as these) but Sunday? And I think this is why I had never found it, because S and I always seemed to turn up in Kingston on a Sunday. We vainly searched for other options at 7am in Kingston and Manuka, but the best we could do was muesli, fruit and bread from (sigh) a supermarket that we took back to our apartment. At least we were warm, if disappointed. I was certainly glad we hadn't put off breakfast till Sunday.
After packing and checking out we went to the Kingston Bus Markets. We purchased some food then had a quick look at the Canberra Glassworks next door while we waited for Karen.
There's something about glass blowing that I find fascinating. I could (and have) watch it for hours. Soph and I watched some people make some paperweights
and then returned to the markets. I purchased bagels, bread, strawberries, tomatoes, tea, chocolate and some very good Ethiopian food for our dinner. I spoke to S and he reminded me to buy dinner and I assured him I already had. Soph stocked up on very good honey and more strawberries and set off for Sydney. I dallied a bit longer looking at the craft section and then I too bid Karen and Canberra farewell. No sleet, but very cold and I was glad to hop in my car and listen to Phryne Fisher on audio all the way home.