Dutch Hospital Reflections

Killing some time, waiting for the heat to really build up to take some hottie shots for Ailsa, I popped into the Hilton, where my friend Shobi had a stall at a Christmas Crafts Fair.  She had some beautiful things, as did Padma, who I hadn’t expected to see,  and yes, I couldn’t resist a couple of souvenirs to take home to Australia!

Since I was in town, and so close, I decided to walk around to the Dutch Hospital to have a cappuccino – a luxury I rarely indulge in these days –  and take some pictures.   When I was there for A’s birthday it didn’t seem the right time to explore the renovations with my camera, so being alone, this was an ideal opportunity.

Coming out of the coffee shop, I couldn’t resist the cliché shot of the two glass towers of the World Trade Centre soaring above the terracotta roof of the simple old building.

When I’d hauled myself up from the pavement, I noticed the reflection of one building in the other

so I headed back out to the street and there, reflected in the lower panes of the building opposite, was the Dutch Hospital itself.

As I moved around taking pictures from different angles, I saw the green dome of a mosque appear to float above the Dutch Hospital, and the side facade of the old Police HQ building, draped in green gauze.

While in another set of panes, the stately side facade of the old secretariat building materialised.

Now, the strange thing was, I couldn’t see these buildings from where I was standing – it was the giant slabs of plate glass-turned mirror in the glaring sunshine which picked up these distant landmarks, and so it was with delight that I next spied the old colonial building on the hill into Fort, and, over there, a crane from the Inter-Continental refit.

What a serendipitous discovery!   Who’d have thought we’d have city reflections, just like other big cities?  Pop across to see them, and other reflections, at the WP Photo Challenge.

And no, there won’t be any hottie pictures this week.  By the time I’d photographed every inch of the renovations, and done a couple of other chores, it was me who was wilted and hot, so I took myself off to lunch at Barefoot, where I sat in the shade, under a fan, and over lunch and a couple of glasses of wine, was bewitched by a painting.