You take the infrequent country bus to Armadillo and then the train to Perth via such wonderful places as Gosnells and Kelmscott.
At these stations you meet the most charming persons entering the train.
Some of them don't even wear knickers and sit on the floor, being sure to acquaint you with the above fact.
Needless to say, my gaze was averted.
So ... into the city and ...
See the girls all in a spinBut what I was there for was to see the McCubbins.
Shopping for clothes to go shopping in.
His late works ... so unlike those chocolate-box bush scenes we've grown to know and puke over.
And guess what?
The WA Art Gallery is closed on Tuesdays.
"My auntie's urine", as the French say.
So I was left to engage in a bit of retail therapy myself.
After all, it's a well-known cure for shopaholism.
Found this, my only purchase.
Worth it but.

