Directly across the road is one of those great colonial structures meant to physically express Brisbane's growth from penal colony and shanty town into a dynamic self-governing colonial capital.
The Treasury building was the backdrop for patriotic displays and celebrations from it's partial completion in the 1890's to the 1920's.
Time moves on and so did the State Treasury in the early 1990's. These days it houses Brisbane's Casino, so it is still money, money, money!
This is my final post on Brisbane. Some of my correspondents have noted that it is their least favourite Australian City.
For me it is the Aussie city on the Eastern Seaboard that interests me the most. Sydney is so picturesque, Melbourne so cultured but Brisbane, despite the towers and attempts at sophistication remains shabby and often ugly. The dirty river snakes through the heart of the city and I have always loved it's sub-tropical sleaze and exuberant can do personality. It is a cliche about Brisbane but I think it is still true that it remains a large country town at heart. I can't wait for my next visit to see what they have torn down next!
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