A short verse, for the place I couldn't stop falling in love with.

I came to Fremantle,
Looking for memories lost.
Instead,
New ones were made,
Thanks to Donna and Peter.

Peter gifted me braids of love,
"Direct from his heart."

Donna, a pot of Chai,
Handbrewed with love, enjoyed slowly in her love-built space.

one of the most beautiful of Sundays
I'd say.

Fremantle has lost its rustic warmth and charm,

But thankfully,

Not its people.

In loving memory of the place I once knew,

All pictures posted original, no touchups, nothing fancy.

Peter, with love.

 The best cup cannot be obtained without the bestest of companions.

Donna was cam shy