Well I couldn't help myself. More Broome.  The sharp peppery smells and thick frangipani scents fill the evening and morning air. The calls of the birds and lizards barking, whistling kites and curlews cooing an ongoing lament not to mention the richness of the sights. The camels calmly walking down my street and out onto Cable Beach, their stirrups ringing as the mooch along.

And so onto the beach.

This is Broomes old Courthouse. Typical of the early settler buildings.

Then fish and chips on the grass above Cable Beach as the sun sets on the Indian Ocean.