Brisbane has a slightly slower pace than Sydney or Melbourne. A bit less brash and certain quiet self confidence. As a schoolboy I walked through Anzac Square every day on the way to Central Station and my train home. Through the 70s, 80s, 90s and 00s as Brisbane grew up, Anzac Square remained a constant, a tribute to the fallen in foreign wars. It takes on a special significance on April 25th each year but the rest of the year it stands stoically as a reminder of a Brisbane in more innocent days. The bottle trees are a little bit bigger, oh my goodness they are a slow growing tree, but everything is still the same as I remember it from my youth. Places of remembrance have a quiet, peaceful persona which is a sweet irony given what they are remembering. Visit ANZAC Square and the eternal flame, take a minute to reflect. This is something I never did as a boy, I was always late for my train. But it something that I do now.
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