We live a few miles south of Bondi Beach - within spitting distance of our own long, curving stretch of sand and rock pools and an ocean that is pond like one day and angry crashing waves the next. Today I met Linda for coffee at Bondi and it was one of those Sydney summer mornings that are bluer than Margot's eyes. The water was all a- glint and glimmer, sparkling brighter than a Christmas bauble.
You can't be cynical on a day like today. You embrace Bondi and understand its iconic status.
You drink coffee and yarn with a friend and feel the laughter of others seep into your bones.