The National Carillon is one of my favourite places in Canberra (for those who don’t know, it’s an instrument made of a whole lot of bells, housed in its own building on a purpose-built island). When I first visited it, I declared here that I’d see the inside some day.
So when I saw an ad for an open day, CJ and Louisette and I were THERE.
We were too late; all the tours were full. But I had a frozen yoghurt with riberry (I’ve never heard of it before), cinnamon, and cloves. It was just as subtle and intriguing as the yoghurt stand said. And we listened to some Duntroon Military Band members playing dixie tunes while Louisette attempted to slide off my lap. It really was quite marvellous.