City-Break

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Disclosure: This article contains affiliate links. If you make a booking through these links, we may earn a commission at no extra cost to you. Sydney, Without the Rookie Mistakes We landed in Sydney in January, the very middle of the southern-hemisphere summer, because that’s when we could get the time off back home. A mate who’d moved out there just laughed: “You’ve picked the hottest, priciest, most crowded week of the year — and you’ll spend the first day sweating in a queue for the wrong harbour cruise.” He wasn’t wrong on either count. We came back the next time in October, and the city felt warmer in spirit and far easier on the wallet. ...