Newport Beach, summer, looking south
Newport Beach, winter, looking north
I lived five blocks from this beach. I took a two-year job with Microsoft in the Sydney office, and spent my whole housing allowance to live as close to the ocean as possible.
I'd walk to this beach from my house, under wheeling flocks of cockatoos. First, there's the roundy (roundabout). Then the fabric store, the Thai place with great samosas, and you're at the main drag. Turn left. Three blocks to the beach, passing the fruit & vegetable shop, the newsstand, the butchery, the women's shop, the surf clothes, the men's tailors, the tiny grocery/everything shop, and the Greek guys' fish & chips place on the end.
My favorite was to go down around 10 at night. The beach was empty. The moon was out. The chips from the Greek place were steaming hot and greasy in their paper. And the ocean was a dark hushing swell, bathing you in coolness and peace.
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