An attempt to visit every suburb in Sydney.

This next suburb is kind of what this blog is all about. Sefton is an entirely unglamous suburb, but with a blue sky and some reasonable Syd...

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This next suburb is kind of what this blog is all about. Sefton is an entirely unglamous suburb, but with a blue sky and some reasonable Sydney public transport, even a stroll through Western Sydney's forgotten pockets can be a perfectly enjoyable time. 

Sefton

If you start at Central station and jump onto the T3 Bankstown line for about 45 minutes, you just might end up at Sefton. 

Like many of Sydney's suburbs, the suburb is split into two by the train line. 

There's a small commercial area hugging both sides of the station, so I figured I'd poke my head out of the north side first. 

This side of the suburb isn't much to write about. It does have one interesting facade on the white tutoring centre below, 

but other than that it's a mostly quiet and dowdy spot. 

Even the convenience stores were all closed on this Saturday morning (but I did find the name of this one - Wife and I - to be cute). 

Other than these benches, 

and a Lebanese pizzeria, there isn't too much to see here. I know from a past life that continuing along this way just takes you mostly through an industrial zone, 

so I figured the best course of action was to cross back over and check out the suburb's south end. 

This leads to perhaps an even dowdier commercial strip. 

Highlights include an antique store straight out of the TV show Hoarders, 

a Middle Eastern grocer with folks outside drinking coffee and smoking shisha, 

and a green grocer,

selling some of the largest lemons a lad has ever seen. 

And that's the commercial zone. A few steps further enters you into residential Sefton. 

It's similarly unglamourous here, with a mixture of fibro houses, 

the occasional new build, 

older weatherboard homes, 

and this mosque that looks a lot like a church from the outside. 

I continued on through suburban Sefton.

Through the quiet residential streets,

the great canals,

and the suspiciously precise no-parking signs, 

plus this juice stand, 

to eventually reach this all-cement all-the-time house. 

More importantly, I also reached the end of this suburb and the start of the next.

Sefton: Probably not where you'll spend your honeymoon. 

4 comments:

  1. You've made it seem quite charming, in a downbeat kind of way. And that 'classic antiques' shop looks like an absolute must-visit attraction, even if it's no longer possible to get inside the shop. Impressive!

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  2. Your trip missed the two sins of Sefton for which it has been arguably best known for decades - the (now closed) Gunsmiths and the (ever expanding) Playhouse.

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    1. You know a suburb is class when it's best known for a strip club

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