An attempt to visit every suburb in Sydney.

When you look at the map, these two suburbs really don't need to be separate suburbs. As such, here's a two-for-one post with some s...

Finely Aged: Dawes Point & Millers Point

When you look at the map, these two suburbs really don't need to be separate suburbs. As such, here's a two-for-one post with some scenic views.

Dawes Point

If you start at The Rocks, you'll find that Dawes Point begins once you manage to get underneath our famous coathanger.

It turns out there's a pretty little spot up here, 

with a bonus cannon, aimed roughly in the direction of Kirribilli House. Just in case. 

Head a little further out and we have more cannons, 

and this very nice park. 

Fun fact, this park is where I was briefly featured on Sunrise a few years ago. You can watch that here if you'd like to see my goofy self talk about the blog. Technically that means I've already covered this suburb, but if there's no post for it I can't count it, so let's keep going. 

Anyway, if you survive the cannons and the camera crew, you can head on under the bridge alongside the harbour, 

across from Luna Park's strange head. 

They also have this thing.

Anyway, I followed the street southwest,

finding this old-timey mailbox,

and the wharves. 

A large section of these next two suburbs is taken up by these wharves along Hickson Street, but we'll come back to them later.

For now I carried on, 

past a Ford Festiva that has sadly been struck by some sort of meteor.

I had the urge to touch it. It didn't give me superpowers. 

Anyway, from here you can head to the wharves, head further along the street, 

or go up this curly road uphill. 

Not intending to climb these stairs, this is about as much as I saw of residential Dawes Point,

instead taking this small park with wild wired stallions, 

and wild pigeons,

to cross this bridge over the street below. 

Not a bad little streetscape from up here too.

Anyway, on the other side of the bridge are the wharves. 

These have some pretty architecture, and are probably the quietest bodies of water in Sydney CBD, although I'm not sure if this technically counts as the CBD. 

There's also art here.

I present to you: a swirly,

a bull,

a ball,

some chairs,

and these blokes. 

The walk along the wharf fluidly merged into the next suburb.

Dawes Point: Half of quite a good thing. 

After Dawes Point comes

Millers Point

As mentioned, Millers Point is the other end of the wharves. 

This means a couple more weird and wonderful sculptures,

including this fine cockatoo.

It also seemed as good a spot as any to stop for lunch, and this cafe seemed like a decent enough option.  

An octopus and haloumi salad was lunch today,

alongside this Greek orange drink. Sadly, this Greek orange drink turned out just to taste like orange juice with some soda water mixed through. It's okay, but it's no Arabic Pepsi

After lunch, it was time to say goodbye to the wharves, 

and head inland, 

past a whole lot of sandstone.

Nice standstone though. 

To reach street level. 

Over there is the heritage Palisade Hotel which a commenter on my previous post wanted me to visit (I did not), 

and over here is an old warehouse building, 

with some pretty, old houses, 

this pretty, old shopfront, 

this pretty, old pub, 

and this red hatch.

All in all, a pretty, old suburb. 

From here, I headed past this community hall, 

and then up this ramp.

The ramp leads to the final point of interest in Millers Point, 

and it's not the stairs through the Harbour Bridge (although they're pretty cool too). 

No, what's up here is the wonderful Observatory Hill Park. 

This is a grassy hill,

with pretty good views, 

especially if you go into this gazebo.

Very nice. 

The namesake of this park, naturally, is the Sydney Observatory. They're ordinarily open daily to go in and have a mosey, but due to some sort of maintenance they're currently closed until 2023 apart from special events. 

Most of the drawcard of this place is the park anyway, personally. 

Anyway, from here it was time to say goodbye to the park and Millers Point,

heading down onto the street,

and out of the suburb.

Millers Point: Pretty, old and pretty old. 


  1. So the actual Miller's Point seems to be entirely in Barangaroo rather than the suburb named after it. Miller's Point is a pointless suburb.

    1. Well, it's not as if suburbs are dictated by laws of nature. Just human whims and we all know how unreliable they are. The excellent post shows how nicely all the human quirks add up to an amazingly charming area, though I was a bit perturbed to see Packer's pecker photobombing several shots. Architectural obscenity!