An attempt to visit every suburb in Sydney.

Hold onto your monocle, this is the Eastern Suburbs ' very own Double Bay

The Real Housewives of: Double Bay

Hold onto your monocle, this is the Eastern Suburbs' very own

Double Bay

If you know Sydney, then you'll know that Double Bay is well known as an upper class suburb, where the city's well-to-do folk partake in well-to-do folk activities. Not being a member of the well-to-do folk myself, I came in by bus today from my previous suburb of Rushcutters Bay.

The bus dropped me off onto the main road,

where I learned that even the plebs who can only afford to live on the main road still enjoy beautiful old mansions.

Turning off the main road immediately led me to my first spot of exploration, the tree lined Bay Street which houses one of Double Bay's main commercial areas.

Naturally, the first store I passed was a cosmetic surgeon.

Apart from just that though, this place is pretty swish, featuring the kind of stores that you can tell you can't afford just by looking at the exterior.

Additional call out goes to this place which will buy properties for you, in case you don't have the time.

Jokes aside though, this area is actually rather a beautiful spot to walk around wearing a polo shirt and shoes without socks, due to its interesting architecture,

cafes everywhere,

and this plaza with plenty of foliage.

Just north of the commercial area is a reasonably large park,

featuring a memorial to WWI.

Further up still, you hit the bay bit of Double Bay. Here, there's a sailing club, the ferry wharf,

a decent view,

and even a beach,

aka this guy's backyard.

Double Bay was the third suburb I'd hit up today, and at this stage I was ready for lunch. I backtracked to the commercial area and decided on the local pub, worried I'd end up with an $80 sandwich if I chose one of the other places.

The Royal Oak Hotel (a name that I'm sure is used for many pubs in this country), actually turned out to be quite a lovely little spot for lunch, with plenty of light and multiple dining areas.

For lunch, I decided on the sesame crusted tuna, which turned out to be exactly that, served on some noodles with miso sauce. I did enjoy this meal.

This place did one thing that a bunch of pubs do in Sydney and I hate. When paying by card, they did that thing where they don't tell you the total, take your card behind the bar counter, tap your card, and charge you a card surcharge without telling you. Pubs, stop doing this shit, it's annoying.

Anyway, climbing off my soapbox, I continued on through Double Bay,

to head back to the main road,

through a backstreet,

and to Kiaora Lane, a pedestrian shopping street named after the Maori language greeting.

This attractive shopping street turned out to be quite happening, with bars and restaurants along the strip.

But alas, I had to keep moving towards my next suburb.

To get there, I left Double Bay's commercial hubs and headed towards the residential side.

Here, I found some beautiful old apartments,

some regular old apartments,

and some evil looking apartments.

I soon found myself in this laneway which led me to a set of stairs into the next suburb.

Double Bay: Contains everything you need to unwind after a hard day of someone else raising your children.