The gallery beckons.
I am scheduling in my volunteer slot at the gallery again.
That means allowing enough time for traffic and parking.
I insist on getting a free park!
So I leave the market and move on up South Road in full pelt rain.
It is so heavy in Morphett Vale I can hardly see through the windshield.
Usually I watch the visage of South Road on auto.
The man dressed up as a cow outside an electrical store, flipping himself about.
The underpass of the tram stop and over to the far left to turn right onto Anzac Highway.

I cruise up past roadworks and the ETSA building.
I jostle for the right lane to be in along West Terrace.

North Terrace can go at snails pace.
Especially during mad March, but May has been fine.
I go for my usual park behind the rowing lots, which lately hasn't been there.
So further up the road I go and walk along the river back to the footbridge.
I am usually needing a loo by now, but none around until I get to the gallery.
Also desperate for a coffee.
The gallery time flies by and I walk out by the fish gates or auditorium back towards the river.
Every Saturday there are many brides on show.
Last time there were four in close proximity to the footbridge.
It is a prized photo spot and I usually congratulate the bride on her dress/flowers.
It is a special spot of many in Adelaide.
I never get tired of looking across the river towards Adelaide.
My city that feels so intimate and 'unshowy'.
That makes me feel at home.