ABSTRACT
It’s a little after five o’clock in the morning. While much of the rest of the city is still asleep in the predawn gloom, Sydney Produce Market is alight and buzzing. As we travel across the dark city in time for the busiest period of the morning, we traverse the rhythmic urban patterns as the city breathes in and out. Unlike the quiet of the tree-lined suburbs, Oxford Street is alive and noisy, brawny dark-clothed bouncers watching nightclub patrons spilling out onto the pavement. Taxis hover: The night shift changed over at 3 a.m., and fresh drivers are patrolling the streets looking for a late night (for the clubbers) or early morning (for the drivers) ride before public transport gets moving. Early morning garbage trucks are starting up; road workers are closing up after a night job.
