It’s an autumn morning in Sydney CBD. This used to be my stamping ground. I’d walk down Macquarie Street, past the Hyde Park Barracks. The 200 year old sandstone buildings are pretty much as old as western civilisation gets in Australia.

Around the corner is Martin Place. The barristers seem like just another flock of pigeons to me.

Martin Place is full of commemorations to the wars and various military units.

But most workers don’t notice this on most days. Perhaps only on Anzac Day.

People are likely to take notice of this place these days, since the terrible events of last December. It’s nice to see that it’s full once again.